The long hot British summer continues (well, it's been here for at least a week now) and Bob has come over from Burbage to watch the pesky South Africans succumb (oh yes) to our brave boys from Worcestershire. It's a big crowd and it's not easy to find a seat. And, blimey, it's cowin' hot! So, buying the first teas of the day and slapping on the sun cream, we settle back to decide who's at the crease. Trouble is both teams have a bloke who looks exactly the same as that famous bloke what plays for South Africa. One hour later we realise that Worcester are fielding not batting as we originally thought. It's an easy mistake to make and we blame the prickly heat.
It's one o'clock and time for lunch, dum-de-dum-de-dum (one for all fans of 'classic period' Genesis).
Two shifty looking groundstaff are busy re-marking the crease (aka in some circles as 'doctoring the pitch').
Pesky South Africans practising their slip fielding and doing their best to ignore the barracking (which is far too prevalent in the modern game) coming from two over-weight middle aged chaps who were really good when they were young (oh yes), thankfully, behind the camera.
Rear of the Basil D'Oliveira Stand (no particular reason for including this).
Bob and Dave enjoying the seats in the welcome late afternoon shade below the scoreboard. We've had a cup of tea and a slice of cake from those very nice ladies in the 'tea and cake' pavilion and are looking forward to a return visit before the walk back home under the trees along the river. Yes, it's a tough life alright. Well, if it was good enough for Elgar...........
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