The Batsman, The Penguin......And Other Cricket Moments

Hello there, Hope you're feeling well today.

Me? Let's just say I've started writing this at 4:02am on a bank holiday Monday morning. Insomnia still rules.

But let's talk about yesterday and when hunting for a thing to do discovered that close to where we are renting at the moment there was going to be a cricket match near where I live. No flashy pyrotechnics and music of the twenty twenty. Just an amateur friendly between a few teams to while away the warm British summer Sunday. For once the cliché became reality.

The home team was the Barry Wanderers Cricket Club, who apparently were living up to their name given that we were in the nearby village of Sully and in a late change the I suppose showbiz divas of South East Wales Cricket that is Barry West End.

And just to explain how good the weather was. Before I took my spot I photographed this of the nearby sea.

Remember this is South Wales Not The South of France

I walked to the spot and took my place.

Third tree from the right

So the classic British summer scene was in place.

The other of course being pouring rain

Before I chat about the game properly I should mention that brought this with me for the tea interval.

William Faulkner - Go Down,Moses

Not only will I claim to be the first man to bring a William Faulkner novel to a cricket game but you'll note that amongst the Batsmen there's a Penguin (and if you think I brought this book down specifically for this moment......well yes).

The Wanderers were the first to bat in this forty over game. Leaving the divas of Barry West End to field. There was motivational noises of encouragement throughout. Plus the occasional other comment.

"The ball's heavier than when I was in France for the holiday."

"Well that's French cricket" (Bet he voted for Brexit).

Action came early. The first wicket was caught and bowled for six. 6-1

More encouragement "Go on Rees!" (or is that "Go on Rhys!"?) . As he was fielding.

It has to be said that the teams consisted of men with a wide age range. This is a good thing. It also explained this remark.

"He looks like Brian Close". It was a statement that aged the speaker. And as I understood it it aged me as well.

After the first overs by the fast bowlers of the team along came the spinners, including "the Indian George Clooney" that was shouted to him by his team mates. How this would make him bowl better I couldn't say.

At the other end was a big balding guy.....who was rather good. This I mentioned to the fielder who'd moved to the position near where I was.

To Wait For One Ball In A Cricket Game Hoping You Won't Drop It

The guy in the picture (who I think was called Andy - more of him later) tells me that the bowlers name was Des and he was a good all rounder. Proven in that he'd got the second Wanderers wicket bowled. 56-2.

Now for insect moments. Given that it was a hot summer's day they were all likely to come out including the ahh....




and the "get it off me!"




Because of where they were situated there were nearby some generators surrounded by a fence. Invariably a shot went into this.

And of course it was locked. No matter. "Andy" was on hand with a hosepipe and was able to move the ball towards him so he could reach it. Cue the jokes which I'll just leave to your imagination.

A ball is caught 91-3.

Our friend Andy then bowls. Another ball is caught. 123-4.

A further wicket as a ball is flicked stylishly......straight to the grateful hands of the fielder 136-5.

Two further wickets tumble. It's 163 for 7. However the score has been ticking along and in the last few overs the Wanderers move up a gear with boundaries all over the place.

The innings finishes at 213 for 7. Unsure how to call this. But for an interlude let's see another picture of the sea by Sully.

But now back to the game.

And you'll notice that I've taken a different position

The West End innings commences. The first bowler for the Wanderers is a young man called Mark. Shouts of "Marco" go around the pitch and, most surprisingly of all Roman emperor "Marcus Aurelius"The home team then winning the battle of team banter. Going all cultural and BBC4 on us.

Quick aside: The game revealed I needed a new pair of trainers.

A score is speedily built up. 38 when the first wicket is bowled. Cue our friend Andy to take centre stage.

"Take it easy on a grumbling Tummy". Probably the most confusing and disturbing statement of the afternoon is then shouted out.

Apart from when stalled by a couple of Wanderers spinners (of which I'll come back to later) our friend Andy and his partner decide it's time for Barry West End Showtime. Boundaries occur thick and fast and with ease. Including.....

Boys were asked to find the ball somewhere behind those trees.

They played on with the spare balls in the table in the clubhouse....at that moment it meant there was two balls left.

Our friend Andy had a missed run out and a shot that was skied upwards but not caught. Another ball went through the wicketkeeper ...4 byes. Luck it would appear was with our friend Andy.

(A quick aside the Wanderers captain was the wicket keeper. During the match he changed his position so that someone else took that spot. A brave thing to have done)

The score moved to 159 for one. The encouragement and geeing up by the Wanderers team seemed lukewarm. There could only be one result....until.....our friend Andy gets caught out.

His partner continues in the showtime mode. But he tries for a sweep shot and like Dick Van Dyke's cockney accent misses. Bowled. 180 for three.

Then another wicket. 180 for four.....you don't think?

A man called Timmo is brought on to bowl and gets a wicket. Bringing on "Father Christmas" was apparently the answer. 190 for five. You remember the two spinners who halted the onward march of the early order batsman for the West End? Their work has come back to bite the divas on the backside. As there were just two overs left.

Down to the wire

Rees (or is it Rhys?) is bowled. 198 for six. Two overs become one and one over becomes too much thanks to Wanderers tight bowling and fielding. They were tired when they appeared losing but the prospect for victory motivated them.

202 for six. Wanderers win

It was free incidentally and certainly enjoyable. If I can watch another match this season I will.

Thankyou Barry Wanderers Cricket Club and Barry West End Cricket Club. It was a good, enjoyable summer fun.

Until the next time.

Things To Do in Bridgend Town On a Wet Friday Morning

Hello there. Hope you're feeling well today.

In the end it became all very sitcomesque. A few weeks back I had booked MOT test for the car in a garage near where I work in Bridgend. Not living in the area anymore it was booked for about one o'clock last Friday before starting my afternoon/evening work shift. The wife would later come down to pay the bill.

However some days after that realised that I'd forgotten to book for a service as well. Not a problem. Contacted them to arrange it. On confirming that it was booked the garage added a sting.

"Please bring the car in at eight thirty".

Where I live in near Penarth is about a thirty five minutes car journey to Bridgend. On public transport however it's an eternity. I had I realised roughly five hours to spend in the town. A place without any museum or some place of entertainment for the morning. What was worse was that it was raining. And when I say raining it was as if it was auditioning to become a monsoon. Indeed just to add a sprinkle to the general deluge when I left the garage stepped into a puddle. So was going to be spending the time with a sodden right foot before doing anything else.

This is remember July

This was going to be fun.

Here then. If you have to spend five hours in Bridgend Town on a wet Friday morning is a guide of Things to Do.

Look For Changes Since The Last Visit: Regular readers of this blog will know how I've monitored the decline of the town mainly due I would argue to the arrogant incompetence of the Labour council since I last chatted about this there have been some differences. In the good news category Bridgend Town has resumed its status as a two Greggs the Baker town and there is a new bar/coffee place/lounge that is where the Queen Victoria pub was which had been closed down for years.

In a pub context what is a lounge

However

This was either a sweet or one of those smelly soap shops

There is this.

Not Closing But Moving

This clothing company is moving with the local Poundland. Whilst I don't know how they will handle this cohabitation what it does mean is that from the middle of next month a major retail space will be empty.

Was mainly a clothing store

Must admit had been suspecting this store was going to close for a while now as it was offering half price on everything in stock. Still sad to see it go. It's been around for years.

Not a closure I know but you may remember that I've spoken previously of the Nolton Arcade in the town. The small shopping arcade where apart from the two shops that back along to the street every shop has been closed down. Well nothing has changed. But when I went to have a look noticed this.

"Thank you for visiting the arcade" it says. How sad is that?

And of course what is probably the oldest disused McDonald's is still there.

Popular with Penguins

Have a breakfast: In Bridgend there are many cafes that will sell, depending on your viewpoint, a full English,Welsh or large breakfast. Not an easy choice but eventually went for Ty Coffi near the bus station.

Ty Coffi

The View From Ty Coffi

So what should you do whilst waiting for your full English/Welsh/Large breakfast?

Read a Russian novel of course

And as for the breakfast itself.

Large it certainly was

Not only was it so full I couldn't finish it. I was too full to have lunch later afterwards. And for the record very tasty.

And after you've had a full breakfast you need a walk. Bridgend Town can provide such a service. Thankfully the weather was dry for about two hours in the morning for me to do this.

The Library Walk: I have written before of how Bridgend Labour Council moved the town centre library to outside the town centre. I decided to walk between the two buildings.

From Here

To this. Part Leisure Centre Part Library

It took me ten minutes.

Now I'm not going to say that I took the quickest route. You might be able to do it in nine. Still that means that if you live in the other side of town a walk to the library could take at least twenty minutes and possibly more. A decision of Bridgend Labour madness.

River Watching: Bridgend Town has the rivers of Ogmore and Ewenny that runs through it. Sometimes it's rather therapeutic just to cross a bridge and watch the river flow through.

Worth Hanging Around For A While

Visit a Church: Even for an atheist like me. I do prefer traditional looking churches. Bridgend Town has a worthy one in Saint Mary's

Now that's what I call a church

When I visited there was a service being performed there. Sparsely attended. Must admit I wish I could believe in an afterlife. But no. Once we are gone we are gone.

And inside

Seagull watching: Regular readers of this blog will know that I'm not a fan of seagulls. Still when you see them as far inland as Bridgend Town it's a warning of bad weather to come. And must admit to admire the fact that they're not afraid to wander the streets even when humans are present.

Bridgend Town Seagull Action

And even more seagull action

Buy a part owned Penguin paperback and have a capperchino: Must admit for old times sake I wandered around the charity shops in the town looking for a vintage Penguin paperback. Amazingly I found one. Go Down Moses by William Faulkner. So went to a nearby café to celebrate.

Civilised Living

It was about this time twelveish that the weather turned on the taps again. Indeed it poured so much there was a moment when I wondered whether the town would be flooded.

Nervy

Amazingly the five hours flew drenchingly by and even better the car passed with flying colours.

Until the next time.