Monday, June 11, 2007

One way, sign this and refuge.

1. All of Tunbridge Wells seems to be hurrying towards the Cricket Ground with bags and coolers and folding chairs.

2. Small boys with tiny cricket bats lean over the boundary line asking fielders for autographs. The players would sign, all the time glancing towards the game. If a ball came their way, they would take off towards it, scattering autograph books and bats.

3. The dark and quiet of my room after a long, crowded day in the sun.