The Racqueteers v Candovers, Thursday, 11th July. Away.

Every batsman arriving at Brown Candover takes in that most deeply â€˜village’ of cricket grounds and thinks the same thought. Perhaps his look embraces the patchwork fields stretching in all directions, the rampant English hedgerows, the time-softened thatched cottages, the old church, with its higgledy-piggledy gravestones. Perhaps he hears the cooing of the wood pigeons, the yellowhammer demanding its little-bit-of-bread-and-no-cheese and the pleasant descending wheeze of the greenfinch. Perhaps he regards with approval the meticulously prepared wicket, the well-mown outfield and the pavilion in its elevated setting. He surely considers the long … Continue reading The Racqueteers v Candovers, Thursday, 11th July. Away.