Emlyn watches us leave from a nice sunny spot in the living room.
Promise me the sun won't move from here.
Two dead 'ard Aussie-fellas in matching comedy sun glasses. They're prescription, 'cos they are.
After a bit of jiggery-pokery we have secured a nice spot under the scoreboard. Not for the scoreboard but for the crucial adjacency to the Tea and Cake Pavilion.
Catch it! Oh bugger.
It's now mid-afternoon and it's that time. Vicky takes her place in the queue for the tea and cake at the Tea and Cake Pavilion.
Meanwhile, the Aussies continue to smash the ball over the boundary with alacrity. Grrrrrr.
Splendid action shot of Vicky returning with the tea and cake.
Washing down the lemon drizzle cake.
David scoffing huge slice of juicy bread pudding, thankfully, well out of shot.
Howard celebrates the long overdue fall of an Aussie wicket (note to David: make sure you clean Howard's fur when doing the housework next week).
Despite the ongoing construction of a Premier Inn, New Road is still the most evocative venue to be watching a game of cricket on a lovely warm, nay hot, summer's day.
Out middle stump! Oh ok, it's an illusion. The Aussie-fella is smashing it away for another 4.
They declared not long after this for 3,582 runs or something equally outrageous and, as it was gone five and we were suffering with the dreaded hayfever, we decided to wander back home along the river.
Like we say, you can't beat a spot of cricket down New Road.
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