A day you couldn't buy in heaven.
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Cloudless, sunny and, can you believe it, no wind!
All so inviting for a game of cricket. As inviting as Autumn in New York. And no age limit.
I direct you to Stephens Park, a sprawling acreage at the rear of Anthem Care in Retford Road, Bowral.
Anthem, God Save the Queen. For the next verse can we have: "God save Stephens Park."?
It appears as though Stephens Park is friendless not even enticing young fry to have fun in the park.
To see a cricket field left empty is akin to a pub with no kegs.
Council have ground in readiness. The synthetic wicket is in apple pie order. Even the popping creases have been freshly painted.
There are no pot-holes in the outfield.
Cricket's loss is my gain. I have a free run for walking my dog, on a leash of course.
I wouldn't dare let her empty out and have a phantom game abandoned due to a "peed out pitch."