Monday, 12 December 2011

End of season

At the top of the hill, there's the local cricket club. In the summer you can see folks watching the evening practice sessions as the Sun sinks behind the distant trees with pint in hand. (The people, that is, not the Sun)

The ugly clubhouse has transformed itself into a passable pub and even features live music on occasional evenings.

Come the winter and all outdoor activities cease. The drinkers move indoors to watch the crows on the pitch with pint in hand.

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