The forecast was not great and we arrived at Occasionals' rain-lashed Ham Street home and commenced negotiations under a tree. The two captains eventually braved it out onto the track - not too bad but likely to become slippery and dangerous soon - and the inevitable decision was made to call it off. Just as ignition keys were being turned for the homeward journey by our non-drinkers, a white strip appeared in the west of the sterile grey sky. When we emerged from the pub after an hour and a half, it was to a quite gorgeous late summer afternoon with a cricket match in full flow at the other end of Ham Common.
All the way home, the usual sounds of summer were complemented by the vague tap of leather on willow, the murmur of sledging and distant, strangled cries of "How was he?"
Possibly a shame as, with Hassan back from injury, Nomads' attack just a touch stronger than in recent weeks and with Barnes missing our usual nemeses Roger Price and Keith Seed, something quite nice just might conceivably have happened.
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