
| A snatched 5 minutes in this small lakeland town gave me an opportunity to take some cricket shots for viewers from foreign shores. Who'll wonder why we get dressed up in white, hit a red ball that will snap bones in two with a piece of willow, stand next to a batsman who attempts to whistle one past your ears, with just a box for protection, then nip off for mid afternoon tea and cakes. Nah, can't begin to explain its attraction to you. |
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