Quite high velocity
Play will start on time, light permitting. It's dry but chilly, windy and gloomy.
The great thing about this country is that you never quite know what's round the corner. As I emerged from the B&B this morning I heard loud music in the street and there, piling along the pavement at quite high velocity, was a motorised wheelchair containing a shaven-headed middle-aged man listening to the Boomtown Rats. From one of the arms of his wheelchair hung a large green cloth frog.
Unusual, for a Thursday.



Having a job keeping up this morning Brian.
Cricket administrators - who was it who said, about whom - "..they know the cost of everything and the value of nothing"
Am I to take it you're not keen on seagulls? The sight of them always seems quite uplifting to my mood, especially if they're dive-bombing some poor unfortunate. Although I guess if you're the said poor unfotunate then that might colour your view.
Nothing at all unusual in the wheelchair incident, now if it was a large green frog driving it with a shaven headed middle-aged man hanging from the arm...
Morning Bozza. Willow warblers, yes. Goldfinches, yes. Wrens, definitely.
Seagulls - no.