Windrush

Trip Start Aug 15, 2006
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Trip End Sep 19, 2006


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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The weather today is particularly rainy but the locals say the game is still on, so we potter on up to the venue, a tiny village called Windrush. The ground has several lumps and slopes, and it is very wet when we get there so John W. and I take a wee walk around. We find the local pub very quickly, the Fox Inn, but continue around the corner to Little Barrington, an almost unfathomably quaint little collection of cottages, like you might see on a model railroad. Its centrepiece is a verdant but endearingly misshapen mound of grass and it is surrounded by 18th century cottages leaning at odd angles to one another and given names like 'Wychwood House' and 'The Smithies'. By the time we get back to the Fox Inn, the rest of the team is there so we hunker down for some expensive lunch in the charming and cramped bar area that clearly is not designed for large groups of cricketers.

Somehow we get the game going at 2.30pm amidst a spell of rainless weather. I am twelfth man so I get saddled with the scorebook. It doesn't last long, however, as the heavens open after 17 overs and the game is quickly called off.

We skip back down to the pub for another beer and some sandwiches, which are essentially the same as I had for lunch but at a fraction of the cost. Marcus says "who wants to go to Stonehenge?" John W., Gue and I volunteer so we hurtle off in Marcus fast car. It is after 4pm and we have to be back at the hotel for our 8pm dinner, and Stonehenge is about two hours away. This equation leads Marcus to drive very quicklz through the pouring rain. We arrive at Stonehenge at 6pm and spend 15-20 minutes there before turning around again. It was not quite as mystical and awe-inspiring as I had imagined. It is all fenced off to prevent people touching the rocks. I would have liked to have got a little closer. The rain continues to fall on us, so we take a few photos and leave.

We are just in time for our formal dinner. It isnt actually all that formal in the end as only two people bother to wear a jacket and tie and some people are even wearing their tour-issue tracksuits.
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