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28/07/2014

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28/07/2014

It is extraordinarily humid and hot.  And yet somehow, by some miracle of childhood there are two little girls in my family who just want to run and play, who seem at least on the face of it to be oblivious to the sauna like conditions; or perhaps we just got the dosage of ice lollies right.  For the record, I on the other hand am sat writing this at 9 o’clock at night while also cuddling two freezer blocks, and my primary source of nutrition for the day has come in the form of ice lollies and salad.

I think the cricket team might also have been wilting in the heat this weekend; H was home earlier than he has been for many a week (which means they lost easily) and I think we spent longer eating tea with them than watching them play (well almost).

But all is not lost, we have a plan.  It might take just a few years to come to fruition, but I’ve got a couple of ringers that are really rather keen on joining in.  And so while our team manfully tried to put up some sort of bowling attack, the ladies decided it was time to start work on their own bowling.

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Followed by a little fielding practice:

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Space for the Butterflies - an eclectic handmade family life

Given that Kitty’s really quite tall for her age, and the fact that some of the team, well, aren’t, I think we could pass her off as an almost grown cricketer in a couple of years! And as you see Elma is never one to want to be left behind – all we need now is a ladies side.

For all that it was crazy hot running around in the sunshine (and these pictures were taken at about 5pm – we’re not even talking full noon), I’m glad that they want to run around, and I can only hope that if we keep exposing them to all sorts of sport and fresh air and exercise it will seem second nature to them.  And if they will just have the good luck to inherit their father’s aptitude for sport (never met one he didn’t like or couldn’t easily master) rather than mine (school gym reports generously praised my enthusiasm and willingness to have a go rather than highlighting the complete absence of talent or spacial awareness – and we’re all still astonished that I ever catch anything) I think they’ll be set; or at the very least able to pull off a good spin bowling impersonation!

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