GreenHares

I didn't expect to be watching the my first math of the season in Dublin. It's a good ground and the weather was lovely. In fact, it was more like a June day than the beginning of May.

The fielding side had taken a few early wickets, all of them being soft dismissals, but I had to leave just as the batting side was getting the upper hand. The ball was speeding across the ground to some very distant boundaries. It was a shame to leave but I did have a plane to catch.

If I was a story-teller, I could have used a few scenes from around the boundary as seeds for a book or short story. For instance a student, quite obviously upset, being comforted by a friend.