You beat me to it Ade.
Actually, lying in the grass in the outfield in the hot sun, disturbed only rarely by the ball flying past my head on its way to the boundary, listening to the bees buzzing, birdsong, the distant murmur of cars going along the road, massive oak trees in full leaf casting dappled shadows across the close-cropped grass.. ah.. schooldays!
Last edited by richb; 11/09/2006 10:37 AM.
