|I don't even know the correct terminology for these, but here they are circular and mesmerising to watch.|
|Hard to see but the bridge has arrow slots for shooting the enemy through|
|I haven't seen one of these before. A very creative brickkie working that time.|
We arrived much later at Bratch Locks, David had chatted to a passing crew member of another boat and learnt that the cricket pitch was being prepared for play. He had in mind to watch cricket in the sun from miles back, the sun was the undependable factor in all this.
First glimpse through the shrubs showed an unpromising score board. I wondered if the 7th's were playing?
We crept forward as we could see another match playing alongside. Now back at the end of May when we came up this way, the Bratch Keeper told me that the is a risk with mooring up opposite the cricket ground with balls, they regularly come over...... I imparted this local knowledge to David who declared that he likes a gamble. It was only when I insisted of being in the cratch and out of range that he relented and moved on another 20ft.
The afternoon passed in a most pleasant manner for me and kept David highly entertained, rain did not stop play but the tea interval did.
|View from the deck.|
We weren't terribly hungry that day, so supper was homemade mackerel pate, followed by homemade scones I made when David was out the back watching the cricket in his extra thick fleece.
|I am not a skilled scone maker but my Grandma Eve always doubled the amount of butter used so I did too. Yes this was with blackcurrant jam & clotted cream.|