Cricket Force Weekend

Before the snow came on Sunday for brief moments on Saturday you might have believed it was spring. The sun shone. People daubed creosote on things. Chairman Wickles and Fixtures Secretary Lown rolled the outfield (remember the outfield last year? This year it's already like a snooker table in comparison), changing room floors were painted by Nate Dawg. Joe Hirsch and Tommy R (nice to see the new boys making an effort) showed up and lent a brush to the place under the expert eye of Matti D. Hibby, Powelly and Fudgey de-shited the shed. Alison turned up to breathe fire for 10 minutes offended by the concreting work undertaken by our good friends from the park.

Inside in the warmth DBW was busy pulling a varnishing act on the chairs and cursing and moaning about last year's Natwest inspired efforts. Tony C and Coley prepared the kit for colts registration (Coley has generously donated last year's kit to the club which is, frankly, Very Wick). Kirky did a bit too. Linter turned up and organised the sweepstake - which - while it might not have necessitated getting dirty, certainly seemed beyond the combined brainpower of the rest of those assembled. In the end Powelly seemed to have the correct horse for the course.

This time last year the sun was blazing, the ground was harder than a group of skinheads inhaling glue and we had four glorious weekends of sunshine to play cricket and fix the place up. Something tells Wickman, as he observed the Wick under two inches of snow and local ruddy faced youths rolling snowmen on the outfield that our friendly calendar may not quite proceed with the same brio. Someone said Crossbats had their first game on Saturday. Would be good to see a match report and to check that all their extremities haven't fallen victim to frostbite.

For those of you that weren't able to make it on Saturday the club is still where we left it last year you will be relieved to know...