Batting at Number 3: The Dalai Lama
Not quite but nearly. This is what remains of a cricket scoring shed on the edge of the Cotswolds. I’d popped out there today to see a friend and take in a bit of Winter Sunshine. The village cricket field and pitch are now in a sorry state, but was at one time very well maintained and busy. It’s a tenuous claim to fame that one home side there, possibly the village cricket team, played host to a visiting side of Buddhist monks. They were staying in the area and managed to muster a team. At the same time, the … Continue reading Batting at Number 3: The Dalai Lama
