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Chairman presents Jason with the Liley Memorial Cup

The Colonel, after being summoned at very short notice by our Honorary President Winston and his rather mischievous sidekick Charlie Chimp, is now ready to report on the Bays’ latest match. Charlie in his infinite (monkey) wisdom, decided that match reports were becoming a little too repetitive in their nature. Moreover, he suggested, between loud outbursts of wild chimpish gibberings and quite some banana scoffing, to old Mr Mustard Man here, that he should go off and read a little of Herbert and Mary Tourtel’s finest creation, in order that he may spice things up a bit. (It must be made clear at this somewhat untimely hiatus that Charlie Chimp knows less than nothing about cricket and spends his life enthusiastically picking his nose, leaving indelible stains on carpets and reading as many 1930’s Annuals as he can get his grubby mitts on)

Well here goes me old fruit pies. If this is what the bally punter wants, then this is what he’ll get! (There are other genders available – and I don’t damn well, want cancelling all over again!)

I’ve never been asked before to write in rhyme,

it takes up too much, of my time.

To think of words that end the same,

it’s not just cricket; it’s not my game.

When Charlie Chimp, said, like Rupert write,

I considered him somewhat trite.

But when told things, I must surely do,

I do them well, with a Toodle Loo!

Now I’m not talking, of Rupert’s dad,

in his time, a right old lag.

Or his mother, who without a care,

spawned, an anthropomorphic bear.

In check trousers, yellow and bright,

to most who see him, a gaudy sight.

But before I continue, in this vein,

I think I should, to you explain.

Held here, a cricket game tonight.

inside regal hall, now lit bright,

T’was a match between, Birdlip and

That, jolly old Bayshill band.

Not in the league; a knock-out game,

triumph great……………

Well, I’ve had enough of that nonsense! Charlie Chimp can place his blue-jumpered Rupert books where he so desires, but I’ll not be going down that tortuous and grisly winding path again. To the game tonight, without any hint iambic of pentameters, the slightest whiff of spondees, or indeed trochees or that foul creature, that is the amphibrach. There’s enough stress (little joke there) in these match reports, to give the reader PTSS, without asking such wholly uninvited guests, to take their place at this particular banqueting table.

For the third game running, the Beige took to the plastic with a different set of players. It’s not that easy it seems, to have any consistency when the festive season is upon us. Chrissos H, Campari drinker, VP number two and indoor captain was unavailable, having shot off to London to see St. Nich or Father Christmas; something he does every year at around this time. Tomos Liley, Deya afficionado and ex Bays captain, was also reported to be elsewhere, still looking for his problematic hamster, which had been reported to, ‘Have gone!’

Of the regular indoor miscreants, only the returning Alex Bertie (Beetle expert & ex-captain) Van Dyke, Fran the Man (Scilly Tourist of the Year and I report in hushed voice – bat whisperer) Stirrup, Steve the Stumper (VP number 1 & ex-captain) and Angus Guthrie, (Bays Most Improved Player ’24 & Indoor Fielder of the Year 24/5) were available and in the line-up.

Steve Pritchard’s (Old Pritchers to his many and adoring fans and friends – current outdoor captain and remarkably by all accounts, still in the murky pedagogical world of work) shoulder had remarkably seemingly given the Bays the cold shoulder, as bowling was, ‘definitely ruled out.’ Rodders Macleod (Caledonian and official Key-holder to Bayshill House), who played in last week’s successful rout of Whitminster, had mystically become unobtainable, presumably due to the high-sided valleys in the Highlands cutting off his Wifi reception, or possibly the signal to his Nichola Sturgeon Sim card etc. Alternatively, he may have misplaced his phone, or possibly misplaced his car and his phone with it, or misplaced the keys to his car, with no doubt his phone…and so on. Such are the trials and tribulations of having to commute from near the shores of Loch Ness, or even possibly the musically challenged, bonny banks of Loch Lomond. Or perhaps that monster had? No, no, no, that’s just being downright silly and the sort of wild speculation that Charlie Chimp in his official capacity is trying to ruthlessly cut out.

Before the match report, the 2 other players in the team for this quarter-final game, were as they say on that awful televisual dancing programme, ‘in no particular order,’ Steve and Steve. That’s right, to contradict the previous paragraph’s detailed information, I have the important duty to inform you, the confused reader, that Steve P was back in the frame after all and in spite of his rotating cuffs, ‘raring to go.’ The other Steve mentioned, the far more sensible of the two, was also raring to go, that Steve being of the Twine persuasion.

To the report, with no further twaddle, unnecessary padding or ridiculous persiflage. Charlie Chimp’s sensible wishes are indeed my command. You see dear reader, I am a lowly insignificant and most humble slave, who dances to the merest of whims and fancies of this mighty club. Now, I’m not getting my old Stradivarius out and making some awful screechy racket, I’m just painting a clear picture of the simian, nay chimpish goings on at the club.

With the same Elizabethan ten bob coin used last week to such good effect, Alex as this evening’s captain, won the toss and put the Bays into the ‘approximate cuboid’ to field. Steve Twine and Angus Guthrie opened the bowling for the Bays and after 2 overs each the score had crawled to 24. Jake Bidmead and Brad Jacques facing exactly one over of each bowler, with 11 and 15 to their names accordingly. Alex, by necessity bowling tonight, went for 13 in his first over, but even so took the wicket of Jacques, with a brilliantly taken diving catch, by who else, but Guthrie. Fran Stirrup, bowled down the next for eight to be followed by a 14 run over off Alex. After 7 overs the scoreboard read 59/1.

Fran continued against number 3 bat Aaron Bennett and saw 11 runs added to B&B’s total. The first ball of Alex’s last over went for a single, but saw Bidmead depart to the balcony unbeaten on 25. At the end of the over, just four had been added, leaving the hilltop team on 77 for 2, as Stirrup during this over had snaffled Smith’s wicket for 2, having run him out. Bennett attacked Fran’s next over, pushing B&B’s score onwards and up to 93. Hanco and Williams attacked the returning Guthrie’s last over, plundering 12 runs. The last over bowled by Steve Twine understandably went for 14 as Birdlip and B continued to press to make their score as competitive as possible. Their innings concluded on 120, with 5 byes and 15 wides, making extras exactly one sixth of their score.

Fran and Old Pritchers opened for the Bays, with 5 coming off the first over bowled by Brad Jacques and then 13 off Paul Smith. At this untimely hiatus, the writer has to introduce a tiny tad of information that may possibly cloud the reader’s (note the indication of singular there please) view on cricketing statistics and indeed spot-betting. Old Pritchers in his first two indoor batting outings for the Bays had produced only joy for the men behind the stumps. Was it possible he could obtain an unlikely and indeed unwanted hat-trick of early doors stumpings?

The remaining three Bays batsmen in the balcony collectively gasped as one, when Old Pritchers’ bails were summarily removed, with the precision of a surgeon removing that which I dare not report on here. Yes, he was so far out, that I’m surprised Elon Musk hadn’t spotted him in the outer regions of the atmosphere. But before I relate this sad tale further dear reader, the all-important finger in the rabbit hutch attached to the side of the hall hadn’t been raised. Old Pritchers was still in! The doubting Johnnies in the balcony must have collectively seen it wrong. Light, as any decent Physics teacher (ask the Hawk – Hawkeye) will tell you, can bend like a banana, meaning that when Pritchers appeared to be three feet in front of the line, when the bails flew, he was in fact just behind it and safe as houses. How silly the balconied cricketers felt at being so fundamentally wrong in their myopic childish judgement.

Four overs down and a healthy 47 runs on the scoreboard, without the hint of a wicket, apart from, well we’ll leave that alone now, I think. The very next over saw Fran (21/12/0/2) clean bowled to the dismay of the batsman and those in the balcony, who thought it yet another aberration of light and so on. Alex, went the next over, caught for 7 off 8, with the Bays starting to look vulnerable to a loss and an early session in the pub. Pritchers had retired at around this point (in cricket only I hasten to add) with 26 off 19 and two fours and a six to his name. A fine knock indeed in the circumstances!

Meanwhile, Angus Guthrie pushed the score along, whilst Steve L joined him for a brief 2 off 5 (run out), to be followed by Steve W who made 2 off 9, being caught and bowled by Hancox. With one over left the Bays were well short on 93. Guthrie finished with a fine flourish of a four, with the Bays on 101, some 20 runs adrift. Well done to B&B and good luck against Dumbleton in the semi-finals.

Naturally, the Rotunda was visited post-match, but a quieter evening was had than usual. Perhaps, it was the thought of Bays’ Christmas drinkies in the Sandford Park Alehouse on Saturday that restrained the imbibing activities. (See pic)

Well done to the Bays’ attendees on Saturday’s Christmas drinks evening: Chris Horner, Alex Van Dyke, Steve Liley, Steve Twine, Tom Liley, Steve Pritchard & Peter Van Dyke.

King Tut’s Curse?

Fran in thoughtful mode

Having turned down an elevated position in Donald Trump’s new administration in order to retain his scribe duties for the Bayshill, Colonel Mustard returns to report on the club’s latest indoor match as leaders of Cheltenham Division Three. It just goes to show that there is good in the worst of us. Think on’t…

Hail my old grapefruits! I’m bally well still here and living proof that the Bayshill is in the process of being made great again. Saturnine rumours of the old Colonel here linking up with that well known anagram Elon Musk have been somewhat exaggerated. Now, getting back to the pithy content, I have to say that I’m not suggesting that The Bays has never been great before or that its greatness has tailed off a bit, but four indoor wins in a row is surely evidence of something or other. With a (non-political) rainbow about my shoulders I make no ‘amende honorable’ for waxing lyrical about the exploits of the mighty Bays in recent weeks.

In the cellars of the underworld there has been talk of course, linking the present success to all sorts of nonsense. Winston’s recent appointment as the club’s Honorary President has needless to say lifted the spirits of the rank and file and country members. (Remember them!) However, some of the nonsense being spoken in hushed words on the street, such as performance enhancing substances being used willy nilly by the players is to quote the Bard, ‘Absolute tosh!’ Indeed, other rumours circulating in the unlit back streets of old Chelters have jolly well made the quill-wielder’s blood here, boil with consternation. A lesser man, I modestly suggest, would have been rendered incapable of carrying on with this important literary assignment. Although I feel as though I’ve been socked behind the lughole with a well-stuffed eelskin, avid and dear readers, I won’t give in to the damn blighters, I do have my standards!

For this evening’s fifth match of the indoor season, I have selected no less than a covert feather, from in my humble opinion, the finest type available; that of an Egyptian Goose. Often referred to as ‘Mummy’s Quill, by sceptics,’ it corners well, especially when using script of ‘a local nature’ and is not that heavy on the old juice.

Now, I have to let you into a little secret regarding that flight feather being used for quill duty. It looked a little long in the tooth to say the least and if I’m perfectly honest, more like an antique feather plucked from said aforementioned goose some hundred years ago. When I first put quill to parchment something remarkable happened. Now don’t you dare doubt me, as nothing but Reuters corroborated facts line these reports from wall to ruddy wall. Lean a little closer and I’ll tell you, I’d whisper if I could, but its dashed difficult to whisper in written script, so I’ll write a little smaller in order not to get the attention of any blessed undesirables. Here goes.

The Egyptian quill wouldn’t write in bally English, but produced nothing but damned hieroglyphs. This may seem far-fetched, but it had been given to me by my old friend Lord Caernarvon just last week. Some of you may remember, that this blister was caught up in all that Tutankhamun jiggery pokery in the Valley of the Kings a little while back.

Since scratching out the odd scarab beetle (nb our resident beetle expert) on the bit of vellum I’d chosen for this report and then a modicum of twisted flax and so on, I realised that cricket reports were completely out of the question. Not only this, but it seemed that something else; something sinister was at play.

Firstly, the weather took a serious change for the worse – a chill as reminiscent of the interior of Tut’s tomb comes readily to mind. Second, Bays’ supporting snail, Sammy from Tewkers Sur-la-Mer was photographed giving the Bays the cold shoulder in his twisted shell-suit. To add to this there was the mysterious report of injury to Bays indoor stalwart Tom Liley. The message received didn’t make a great deal of sense though, indicating that his hamster had been hurt. Most odd.

Ah that’s better! I can think more clearly when writing in a larger script. To the game now without referring to the curse of Tutankhamun again. Before I do though, it is imperative that before the Bayshill’s AGM on Sunday, it is brought to the readers’ attention that Charlie the Chimp has been appointed Vice Honorary President to the Club by Winston, the current President. Outside on the pavement just in front of the Anglo Saxon edifice of Bayshill House a spokesman in tweeds and sporting a rather natty monocle read a brief report, that stated that Charlie the Chimp had been brought in, to add a touch of decorum and a kind of seriousness that the club has been lacking of late.

Meanwhile back in the real world, Alex had lost the toss to Civil Service CC captain and the team had been sent in to bat! Chris Horner still revved up from last weeks’ fish and chips, opened with Fran Stirrup. It all started so well for the Bays, with both players seemingly in the groove from the off. 6 runs became 16, then 31, then 41 in the first four overs of play. In the fifth over Chrissos was run out for 17 (off 19) by Lewis with the score up to 44. Steve Pritchard (out door captain) came in at three for his second indoor appearance this season. Only two further runs were added to the score, before Steve was stumped for a second ball duck. (The Egyptian Goose for information is actually more of a duck than goose, but this will not be much consolation for Steve P)

Could this have been the curse of the Egyptian quill? Get a grip now! Of course not.

Fran who had yet to be out this season, was caught the very next over for 23 (off 16) with two well-driven fours to his name. 56 for three now off seven overs. Alex Van Dyke was in now batting with number five, Angus Guthrie. Alas, the very next over the former was caught for just 3 off 6, with the score still 56.

Angus was joined by Steve Liley with 28 deliveries left and strangely, no retired batsmen in the balcony. This was unprecedented this season so far. Liley had a brief chat with Guthrie and it was clear that the aim was to bolster the score and try to bat the full 12 overs. Liley hit the wall on five consecutive deliveries at the start of his knock whilst Angus did similar. After 9 overs the score had crawled to 61 and after 10 just 65. A further 4 were added in the next, before Liley was run out for 10 (off 10) with the score up to 73. Angus as last man standing, added just a single before being bowled by Sugur for 8 (off 16).

The Bays were all out for 74 off 11.5 overs. Damage limitation at the death gave the bowlers a small figure to defend.

CCSCC began with a serious intent, taking 12 and then 16 off the first two overs. Alex bowling the first made four deliveries before taking himself off after a wide and then not releasing the ball in his delivery stride. (Not that curse – surely not?) Horner substituted at short notice. With the score on 33, Bates was sharply run out by Horner, throwing in from the corner for a direct hit.

Pritchard’s next over went for just two, but more importantly still, two wickets fell. Angus (fielder of the season) Guthrie had Lewis run out for 18 with a terrible batting mix up. Angus then caught Smith out for 2. Suddenly CCSCC were 39 for 3 after just 4 overs. The next two overs saw Sugur run out by Stirrup in another mix up and Sharma caught by Guthrie again off Pritchard.

Suddenly, the Bays were looking to take one wicket to win the game, with just Robinson batting. With a steady ‘income’ of singles punctuated by dots and quite a few wides, CCSCC were just over the line. The Bays never really had enough runs on the board and 18 extras they conceded, didn’t help their cause ultimately, although they’d hardly been licked to splinter. Even so, the earlier game in the evening had seen Birdlip and Brimpsfield also lose, meaning that the Bays are still atop the division two points clear.

The team in spite of their loss trickled down to The Rotunda for a well deserved sherbert or two. Were they down-hearted? Were they upset? Were they gnashing their teeth? The answer of course to these questions was a resounding No! So therefore, paste that in your hat and I’ll toodle of myself before eating that expensive artwork banana.

This is Old Moutarde signing off, feeling more or less of an onion, in spite of getting the bill for that banana!

Vipers Defanged!

Fran – man of Action!

With wintry conditions on the horizon, Colonel Mustard, who knows his job from soup to nuts, tries to brighten your day with his latest match report on Bayshill’s fourth game in Division Three. The team before this game were sitting pretty at the top of the division with three successive wins under their collective straining belt.

With three of Divisions Three’s finest teams, already but dust beneath the Bayshills’ chariot wheels, game number four was always going to be a difficult encounter. As all educated readers will be aware, four is quite a tricky number and one that is not to be taken at all lightly. There are as you know four points to the compass, four essential elements (earth, fire, air and water) and four phases to our Moon’s cycle. In Korea, 4 or hanja is the unlucky number, as it sounds like death and as a consequence, their buildings have no fourth floor! (For the pedantic, that doesn’t mean their highest buildings only go up three floors or alternatively that floor five and above somehow hover above the gap that would have been the fourth. You see, dear reader, over the past few reports you have become so pernickety that such silly explanations have to be included to the detriment of this fine cricketing literature).

Where was I now, before I was so rudely interrupted? Ah yes, tetraphobia is not a pleasant thing to behold in anyone, let alone one dressed in white who wields a wand of willow on a Wednesday in Willy’s stadium. Four wonderful wins in a row, was the aim of the team today and by jingo and indeed crikey, did they achieve that or was their high expectation blunted, nay dashed on cricket’s rocky shoreline of despair?

Did the Bays win the all important toss this evening? The answer in short is that they did not, but despair not avid reader, for there was no coin of any description involved. Chrissos Horner, Bays’ indoor captain and Campari drinker extraordinaire was simply asked, ‘Which hand is it in?’

Now Horner, with many years of virtual pipe-smoking experience to call upon, instantly chose the left hand before him. Of course, when it comes to mind games, the Bays are up there with the Greats. I could run through those whose finest works would have been improved considerably if they had but chosen to study the Bays’ team just a tad, before publishing their finest works, but I won’t for fear of losing the casual reader. But then, a casual reader wouldn’t be reading this epistle anyway, so here goes anyway. Marcus Aurelius’ tome ‘Meditations,’ Plato’s ditty, ‘Republic’ and Nietzche’s bonkbuster, ‘Beyond Good and Evil,’ would all have gone up at least one notch in the opinions of those treading the dusty academic corridors of Oxford University, Cambridge University and of course Pittville Indoor Cricketing University.

Horner needn’t have worried like Erwin Schrodinger, whether the hidden object was alive, dead or indeed somewhere mysteriously in between. It was really a case of ‘mind over matter’ and Horner like Baruch Spinoza ‘guessed’ if I may use such a crude word quite correctly.

Naturally, as day follows night, the Bays were in the field and ready for Oakley Vipers’ openers. Tom Liley as is customary for the Bays set the standard by bowling the first over for just a single, but having Simon Fowler temporarily retire having hit him in the face with a rising ball. Angus Guthrie’s initial over went for six as did Tom’s next. Angus then tightened the noose just a little, by taking a caught and bowled (Aggarwal 4) and going for just 4 in his second over. The Vipers were 17 for 1 after four overs or to put it another way, a third of their innings.

Alex Bertie Van Dyke, a most respectable married man and beetle expert to boot went for 12 of his first over, but his new bowling coach, Winston would not have batted an eye lid, because it is the context of the over within the match which matters. Angus bowled his last over for nine and Alex his next for eight.

Marc Best was then clean bowled by Fran in his first over, the 8th, for indeed 8, with the score 55/2. Alex bowled his last over for 11, but saw opener Chris Hall depart for the balcony unbeaten on 25. Fran’s next, the tenth over in all went for 9, leaving The Vipers on 74 off 10.

Tom bowled the penultimate over, going for 8, but more importantly bowing Marc Leslie for 7 and having the returned Simon Fowler for 7 caught by Angus Guthrie. Fran bowled the last over for 15, with the returning Chris Hill trying to make up for his team’s slow run rate. Vipers finished with 97 for 4 off their 12.

Bays began as ever with Horner and just back from his holiday, the returning Stirrup. The first and second overs saw the openers take eight and ten respectively. Fran smacked the third ball of the second for 6 and this seemed to settle any nerves the Bays may have had. However Aggarwal’s first over went for just 2 runs, taking Bays score to 21 after 3. Marc Leslie bowled an expensive first over for 14, but also had Chris caught and bowled, just hanging on to a low straight drive. Simon Fowler bowled the next for just five and bizarrely didn’t bowl further, seeing Fran reach his 25 in this over (25*/16/0/1).

Tom Liley in at 4, ran a two and struck a well hit four in the first over he faced against Chris Hill, with the over going for 10. Bays were now 50 at the halfway stage. Rajan Aggarwal then bowled a tidy over for just 6, before Dean Allen was smashed for 22 off his second. Tom hitting 8 with his second four and Alex 14 with two consecutive sixes. Suddenly, the Bays needed just 18 off the last four. Alex (25*/13/0/2) and Tom (25*/10/3/0) were soon both retired and safely back in the balcony.

Angus Guthrie and Steve Liley saw the Bays over the line, with the former hitting three singles off 4 balls faced, whilst Liley added a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ with a perfect innings of 0 off 0.

The mighty Bays were over the line in 9.4 overs, meaning that they stay at the top of their league, with a 100% win rate. Back at the Rotundra, Chrissos Horner was tucking into a vat of Fish and Chips to celebrate the evening’s fine win. Four players and the chairman braved the elements, sitting outside on a mid-November evening to dispatch a couple of bracers. This is Colonel Mustard signing off on 14th November, a bright sunny morning, with a spring in his step and a photo of a particularly nasty looking goblin tree in his pocket.

Bays Stay Top!

The Colonel is fortunately ‘fresh back’ from high-level talks concerning the upcoming and now recently gone budget and although not entirely willing to splash the ink on Bays’ latest indoor match against St. Phillips North, he readily admits to, ‘damn-well gritting his teeth’ and just getting on with it, unlike as he succinctly puts it, ‘The nimby pimby, Woke, work-shy Gen Zedders or whatever they’re called or indeed call themselves, whether it be – he, him, she, her, it, them, their or dogface.’

Stop me straight away if I’ve told you this before; but in case you didn’t know the Bays were up against the upper half of St Phillips this Wednesday evening. God’s teeth, if both parts of St. Phillips got together what sort of bally team would that be?

Now my friends, before rushing headlong into this report like a Bays cricketer into the bar after a game, I have to inform you, that I was going to use a well-chosen Muscovy Duck feather for the quill for this evening’s bash, to lend a little je ne sais quoi to the report, but I was so diverted by the blossoming ruddy carunkles on the said quacker’s face that I was forced to decide otherwise. Now then cricket loving readers, lean close and listen, I made just the merest of tiniest boo boos there, for if you hadn’t spotted it, for our little feathered-friend, the Muscovy Duck doesn’t really quack, but instead, in the female’s case trills, whilst the male makes a sort of ‘huff huff’ sound. But enough of these diverting Anatidae I say! I’ll break open my quill case and select a Black Swan quill in its place and pardon the pun, get dipping. Here goes.

When Winston the serious boxer (canine, not pugilist that is) was officially installed as Bayshill’s Honorary President last week, there was considerable turmoil or even hubbub in the animal kingdom, at all levels. I won’t bore you dear reader with their gruntings and squealings, or even by running through the myriads of species that had their noses or proboscises put out of alignment, (Please sit down at this point) but I feel it necessary to bring to the fore, one particular individual who chose to snub the mighty Bayshill Cricket Club. You, in years to come will remember that you read it here first.

Larry the Cat, the Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office, has had to turn down the prestigious position which Winston now holds with a dignity and grace the feline clearly wasn’t up to. Please see the attached, signed letter from Number 10 and indeed Larry’s official picture. Sir Keir Starmer might be happy to receive Taylor Swift tickets, delighted to be clothed in the finest of Savile Row twills and be the first to have first ‘go’ at the local food bank. However, could he bring himself to provide Larry the Cat with the honour of being Bays’ President? Clearly, he couldn’t, this being a step too far for the man whose greatest skill is, to be immediately forgettable. The Prime minister (and I refuse to name him again here on the grounds of decency and that his moniker has already slipped my mind) wanted the accolade of this prestigious position for himself

and deigned Larry too dangerous and intelligent a political rival. What a toady, lick-spittle wretch of the highest order!

To cricketing matters I must now turn or the reader (Fran I’m thinking of now) will lose his appetite to read on. So here goes.

The Bays team assembled in Willy’s hall once again and as always won the toss and sent St. Phillips North in to bat. Fran was being rested this week after his recent exertions on the Bays’ behalf and had been sent on a weeks’ holiday with all expenses paid. There was only one player available to fill the considerable void left by the aforementioned player and it was the ‘indoor virgin’ Old Pritchers himself.

Tom Liley opened the proceedings with a maiden over, which set the standard for the game this evening. Rarely are maidens bowled in the indoor format and this one seemed to rock St Phillips to the core. Alex, the proud owner of Winston our new Honorary President, bowled the second over for just six, but it was here that Angus Guthrie got to work with his fielding, running out the opener for a Muscovy or indeed a quacker. Tom’s second over went for 4, but with a wide, a bye and and a leg bye included. Three overs bowled and only 11 on the damaged scoreboard.

Luke Sprigmore was then well caught by Angus off Alex’s bowling, whose over went for just a single. Angus then pouched another catch this time off his own bowling, seemingly trying to wrap up the fielding award in only the third match of the indoor season. 5 came off Alex’s last over, meaning his three had gone for just 12. Steve Pritchard bowled the next for just 3 with his prospective son-in-law Angus the next for 2. Eight or two thirds of the overs gone and just 25 on the board.

Angus bowled the ninth for 11, the most expensive over of the night, but took his second caught and bowled of the evening, this time catching C Sprigmore. Tom Liley could claim half the catch, having attempted to pluck the fast moving six bound ball from the air, only to palm it gently to the grateful Guthrie. The scorebook can be cruel and kind at the same time. Pritchard in his second over had Folland sharply stumped by Steve Liley for 3. Tom Liley then bowled his third over for a meagre 2, meaning his 3 overs had yielded just 7 runs. Pritchard clearly delighted that he had lost his ‘indoor virginity’ had W Francis caught by Tom Liley for six, off the first ball of his third over. His 2.1 overs went for just 5 and included 2 wickets. St Phillips amassed just 43 off 11.1 overs. This was probably the best bowling and fielding display by the Bays in a number of years. It would have been difficult to have thrown a brick without hitting a Bayshill player who had not covered himself in merit. Angus with three catches and a run out being the highlight or more accurately the star – with a Bays’ indoor fielding record. He now has eight dismissals in the league, 4 above Tom Liley who lies in second place.

The Bays retreated to the balcony happy with their fielding efforts, but at the same time keenly aware that 44 runs had to be made and that upsets were possible at this time of

year when ghoulies are encouraged to be on display. Chris Horner, a dasher with whom Don Juan would not have been ashamed to shake hands, opening batsman and a demon in his day with the gutty ball, was fearful of eldritch events affecting his innings. Taking his place at the crease, Virtual Pipe Smoker no2, ready for the accustomary leathery assault, waited patiently with Old Pritchers, Bayshill’s very own Wackford Squeers, waving his willow with gay abandon at the other end. Less than 4 per over was required and it seemed that this paltry, nay piffling amount could not even amount to single grain of sand in the Bayshill’s spinach on this day on the eve of the eve of Samhain’s Day.

7 runs came from the first over, which included a well-driven four from Chrissos, followed by another seven that contained a most unusual beast, that of a 5 run wide! Six further runs came off Francis’ second over, leaving the Bays sitting pretty on 20 off 3,but more importantly only 24 needed off as many as 8 overs. Francis bowled a tight over for just the 2 runs, but then Yemster had Chris Horner out LBW for 12 off 16, to what the batsman would have described as woody. This partisan feeling was however backed up by the listening lugholes in the balcony, who all heard a willowy inside edge. No matter, the Bays had Alex, married man and beetle expert in next. He was to lose his partner pretty soon though, as Steve P was stumped trying to push the score along for 10 off 17. Before Tom Liley could really get going, the game was over, with Tom making 9 off 8 and Alex 6 off the same number. The Bays were over the line on 8.1 overs with just the two wickets down.

The result leaves Bays top of the Division three with maximum points from their three games, leaving all spectators with subtle and scheming brains temporarily numbed. As is the convention after such euphoric moments of triumph, the players shot off to The Rotunda to begin mopping up the stuff like overworked suction pumps. Well please don’t judge the players harshly after their glorious win; ebullitions of joys should be celebrated not condoned. This is Colonel Mustard signing off without a thing to cavil at!

Bays Chase Down St. Stephens!

Chris opens the game

The Colonel once again reprises his role as chief scribe for the mighty Bays following an evening of significant triumph within the confines of Willy’s stadium.

Away from the hurly burly of Bayshill cricketing and all that that encompasses, there is the very serious administrative side of the club, which was founded in the early 1980’s the Right Honourable Peter Van Dyke. Indeed, before flexing the old Wandering Albatross quill which I have chosen for today’s report, I have a mind to refresh the memories of Bayshillians regarding the relatively recent position of Honourable President of this very club. It seems only nanoseconds since Spike the world famous penguin held this prestigious post for a year. Then Hoggy the Hedgehog wrestled the mantle onto her broad shoulders but for a single orbit of the Sun, to be replaced only this week by our very own Winston Styrofoam Van Dyke, the first such appointment to be made under the present government.

The rumours abounding have been as far fetched as any that can be remembered, in the time the club has had, to pull on whites, or to be completely accurate, in some cases light browns. The attached photographs show the very depths of despair and jealousy that has unwittingly been created by this recent appointment. The post of Honourable President of Bayshill CC, it must be considered, is seen as a pinnacle, a summit or even for the astronomically minded, a zenith of achievement. However, with all such positions, there is the setback that those not up to task regard see the post as nothing less than their own personal Mount Pisgah. But enough of this biblical nonsense, to the game I must hasten.

Now, today’s game, which by the time you read it, will be the day before yesterday’s or even last week’s, depending on the speed of this week’s electricity and the associated computer workings. The players were there in the balcony, all ready for the off (not off the balcony though – please behave now!), some had paid in advance ‘on line,’ some had brought buckets of cash, but whatever the case, the general feeling in the camp, was that indoor cricket was a pit that would snaffle as many doublons, as it could feasibly manage. But enough of such fiscal talk, that will no doubt lead to the clogging up the ‘front pages’, before you any decent tax-paying cricketer can say, ‘Capital Gains Tax’ or even, ‘How about 10 free Taylor Swift tickets?’

Alex Van Dyke although now a married man and possibly the most sensible male in his immediate new family (Mr and Mrs Van Dyke), arrived casually after the toss had been taken. Naturally, the Bays got what they wanted, even though they lost the spin of the Shekel. St. Stephen’s captain decided his team would bat and allow the Bays the luxury of knowing in thirty seven and a half minutes approximately, exactly what they would need to chase down.

Tom Liley now an engaged man and like his captain also very sensible, started the bowling with a controlled over that yielded just the four runs. Angus Guthrie, yet again as sensible as sensible can be, bowled the second over from the other end (well not completely accurate at all there, but hopefully you, the reader will follow the drift). His first ball went, uncharacteristically for two wides, but was caused by injury. The over went for 18, but all credit to Angus for completing it.

Tom returned and pulled the score back to 10 on average per over, going for 8. Alex the beetle-expert, began his spell of bowling slightly earlier than expected and found a further 11 added to the score. Fran (also sensible to the letter) copied Tom granting St. Stephen’s a further 8 runs. Alex’s next over saw the beginning of a Bays’ fightback regarding run rate. Only 4 conceded, of which just a single coming off the bat.

Chris Horner (Professor Sensible) took up the bowling duties and only allowed the opposition yet again just four more. Fran returned to have Oli May caught off the side wall by Tom Liley, for 16. Aaron Batchelor (occasional Bays player) had retired by now and removed himself to the balcony to await a second innings. After eight overs it was 69/1.

Fran bowled his last over for nine, with Angus running out Paul Evans for 13. Alex’s next over merited just four runs, but saw 2 wickets. One, another run out by Angus Guthrie, who threw accurately to keeper (Mr Sensible) Steve Liley, and an action replay catch off the side wall again by Tom Liley.

Tom bowled the last over that claimed, first the returning Batchelor’s wicket for 38 – another run out, this time by Alex and a catch by yet again Guthrie (3 fielding dismissals in all). St. Stephen’s posted exactly one Nelson or 111.

No time for tea or other refreshments, the Bays were batting. Horner and Stirrup reprising their roles as Bays openers yet again. Berry was taken for nine off his first over, that saw both batsmen hit a three. Aaron Batchelor now with ball in hand gave the Bays a further 10 runs, but had Chris caught behind (see LBW in the scoresheet). Fran unperturbed hit the ‘slow’ Leadbetter for a four and a maximum to keep the Bays on track. Evans bowled a tight over for four and then Aaron Batchelor returned for another quiet Bays over that saw 7 added. Evan backed this up with his second yielding just 8 and at the halfway stage it was 49/1. The Bays needed 62 off the next 6.

Both Fran and Alex retired not out, the former making 39 off just 15 with two fours and a six, whilst the latter scored 26 off 22 with one four and two sixes. Tom Liley made a quick 12 off 8, with the one four, before being caught at the third attempt by keeper Lynott May. After 9 overs the scoreboard showed 80/2, meaning 32 were needed off the last 18 balls, with Angus Guthrie (on 5) and Steve Liley now just in.

Liley wasted the first two balls of Leadbetter’s last over, but then drove him for a poorly fielded four. Two threes were then shared by Guthrie and Liley, with Liley smacking a six off the last ball of the over. With 2 left, the Bays needed 15.

Batchelor had Liley caught on the second ball of his over for 14 off 7 with one four and one six. Angus made seven off the next over, whilst the returning Fran chipped in with a three, leaving the Bays needing five off the last over. Fran decided that 2 balls were all that was required, smacking a four and a six to wrap things up.

As the players reassembled in The Rotunda for snifters various, the Chairman drank long and deep and after marshalling his thoughts, spoke of good performances all round and yet another win. The Bays have now two wins from 2! Where will it all end? Can the Bays keep winning? A philosopher answering such a questions, could be forgiven for answering that, you shouldn’t put the (Bay) horse before Descartes.

This is Colonel Mustard signing off with a toodle-pip old bean or even a tinkerty-tonk old fruit! Hurrah!

The Big Match!

Birdlip
Alex and Laura – Bays Guard of Honour

Colonel Mustard, is once more, as ever, most reluctantly propelled back into the cricketing spotlight for the forthcoming indoor season and all associated the japes that go with this sporting extravaganza. The Colonel begins…

Having completed the Bays’ stats and laughed a good deal at who’s done this and who hasn’t done that, I’ve started to appreciate heavyweight literature in all of its ‘tomish’ glory. Now, I’d really rather you didn’t start questioning my well thought out methods, so early on and dare I say it, without so much as a by your leave. Why I ask you, shouldn’t the turquoise ink, flow quite so freely from my new White Tailed Sea-Eagle quill? There is absolutely no need to be so downright curmudgeonly, before I’ve had a chance to get a little run-up and let rip as it were. Old Leo Tolstoy was a heavyweight in his day, but even his jolly ditty, cheerfully named, ‘War and Peace’ has not the slightest smidgeon of the gravitas exuding from the pages of the Bays’ stats of 24.’ But I digress dear reader as I have the big match to report on and you won’t therefore be hearing any extraneous material on other Russian authors from a bygone era. So here goes. Straight to the Swan Vesta.

As the attached photographs delightfully show, the ardent swains, Mr. and Mrs Van Dyke, of the Alex and Laura persuasion were legally cemented together at Clearwell Castle in the Old Forest. This of course is the ‘big match’ that was celebrated with more than a little style amongst the trees just a couple of Mondays ago. Well done to them both this mighty organ thrice shouts out.

To the other match report, with a ‘Tally ho!’ and a ‘pip pip pip,’ which I hope will give all the necessary griff on the Bays’ latest cricketing outing, without any further ado. I’ll endeavour dear readers to stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood and have a damn good go!

Bayshill against Birdlip is always a well contested sporting event. I’m not suggesting it’s The Ashes, or The Henley Regatta or even some golfing thing or other, but it is a game of some note. Locals have been stiffening the jellied backbone for weeks in anticipation of this one and I’ve had it on good authority that some of the silver ring bookies in the area have been taking wheelbarrow-fulls of ‘jimmy-o’-goblins’ on the result. Naturally, as a Bays’ insider (not in cider), I’m not allowed to bet myself, so have simply had a sportman’s bet with a few sportsmen, including Ivan Toney, Kieran Trippier and the likeable friendly chap that is Joey Barton.

To the game. As captain, the recently married beetle expert naturally won the spin of the coin and put the Bays into bat. Adi Rai, indoor regular for well over a decade was not there due to the fact that he’s been employed to work in some far flung part of this planet. In consequence, the team of six that took to the plastic had a slightly different balance.

Tom Liley bowled the first over for just seven, with Angus doing the same, but removing Holder, well caught by Chrissos Horner for 3. His replacement Kevin Blackburn had clearly another appointment, as he went about his business from the off, with a need for speed in his run getting. He took 13 off Tom’s next over with a 3, a 4 and a maximum. Angus then went for 11. Meaning that after four overs, it was 38/1.

The replacement bowlers Fran Stirrup and Alex Van Dyke went for 11 and 7 respectively, with the score now 58. (I know that doesn’t add up, but that is how it sometimes goes)

Fran took Jacques wicket in the next over, with a well taken catch by Angus Guthrie. Not to be outdone Alex claimed his first wicket of the season, with a well-placed wide that saw Steve Liley stump Jacob Bidmead, removing the bail with a surgeon’s precision, to the disgust of his fellow players, Fran’s third over went for 8, but importantly, he had Alfie Birt caught well by Tom Liley for just 5 and the score up to 80 off 9. Alex bowled the next for 9, and then Angus returned for over 11 and Tom for 12. The last 2 went for 10 and 7 respectively. 12 overs done and B&B had posted 106.

Back in the balcony, which seemed strangely bereft of rubbish and assorted detritus, the Bays players strapped on pads, bandages, supports and other devices for containing bodily parts.

Chris Horner and Scilly ‘player of the tour’ Fran Stirrup opened the batting for the Bays and did so with one of Victoria’s finest1. 9 and 12 came off the first two overs, with both players picking up a four and 3 each. Birt then bowled the third over for just a single, dropping the Bays’ run rate to just over seven, when 9 was needed from each over, from the start. Fran then took Hancocks for 14 off the next, to settle the nerves in the balcony. 37 without loss off the first 4. Trevor Holder then was taken for 12 and Jacques for 5. And so it continued until after 8 it was 84 without loss, with both openers back in the balcony retired. Chris 27 off 14 with one 4 and one 6 and Stirrup 25 off 15 with two fours and one six. Fran would have had another four, possibly six, if Chris had managed to get out of the way to one of his missiles. See Chris’ bruise.

Alex Van Dyke and Tom liley now took over the show, with clever running and the odd lusty blow. Alex fell to a run out, making 17 off 11 with one six. Angus Guthrie joined Tom, who finished proceeding with a 4 on the last ball of the 11th over, completing his 25 off 14 including 2 fours. Angus made 7 off 7,

The result was a good solid win for the Bays and good performances from all six. All but one of the team trickled down to the Rotunda in high and mettlesome spirits, to make as early a start as possible and have a couple for the tonsils and have a pleasant chat.

A fortnight has to pass until the next game. We’ll all have to wait to see what happens then. This is Colonel Mustard signing off with a cheery wave and a glass full of Abbo!

1 – Victoria’s finest = a plum

Bays Beat About the Bush!

Best not ask!

Colonel Mustard carefully selects his favourite Brent or was it Canada Goose quill to dispense an odious joy, a heavy lightness and a huge pinch of blitheringness to all and sundry, in what must as always, be considered a match report one too many.

If cricket was devised as a game to entertain, it would have been played closer to the spectators, if indeed it was meant to be watched at all. From a stand or even the boundary rope, it is easy to ascertain the general picture of what is transpiring, but can you see the look of trepidation on the batman’s face or the smirk of the bowler? I think not, unless you let your imagination do the ‘heavy lifting’ as it were. The mental retina can provide a certain degree of accuracy however, as for example, when the striker is hit amidships his expression can immediately be impressed upon the mind, without the requirement to see his screwed up ‘fizzog’ and indeed the resultant purple and black bruise. It is still fully appreciated although thank goodness, completely hidden from the optical retinas.

Taken to its illogical conclusion, it would perhaps be better to imagine the Bays’ team playing, in a cheapo ‘brain-driven virtual reality’ sort of way and forgo the real-life version. I jest with you dear reader, as virtual this and virtual that, mean virtually nothing to me at all.

Cricket is, after all is said and done, just a small narrative that unfurls on the turf in just the way a play advances on the stage. God’s teeth, I’m almost getting philosophical which will never do. I’ll be quoting the Bard and looking for reviews in the broadsheets if I go on like this.

Larry the Cat may be a surprise entrant into this match report at this juncture, but he is there for good reason. As can be seen from the attached correspondence, there is the smallest of chances that he may be taking over the Presidential duties of this noble club of ours. Hoggy the hedgehog although not officially in The Great Hedgehog Sanctuary in the Sky, has recently gone more than a little quiet. Senior members of our club fear the worst.

Larry, as all who know this furry feline well, understand him to have a slight distaste for Scotsmen. Although not endorsing such a dangerous political view, this club can see some valid reasons for this stance. The only person from the mighty Bays, admitting to come from north of the border (God bless Hadrian) has stated on many occasions, ‘I love Hearts!’ which needs I assure you to be said very carefully in order to avoid any unnecessary confusion and dare I say it revolt. But enough of this Caledonian nonsense.

Before turning to the last outdoor match report of the season, it must be mentioned that Bayshill beetle expert, Alex Van Dyke today played his last game as a bachelor boy, The next time he is referred to by this mighty organ, he will be sailing on the matrimonial

briny having become a complete half of a Mr and Mrs. It is for you the dear reader to guess which half!

Flight Club was the venue for his latest and I believe last Stag-Do. The Amsterdam venture which took place over several months was apparently enjoyed at a wild and none too abstemious level – well done to all the stags who streaked like harts towards cooling streams when heated on the chase.

Now I’m going to move sedulously to the match report, before wandering off into such bushes of diversion as the Virtual Pipe Smokers, The Goblin Tree Appreciation Society or even the exclusive Bayshill Arctophile club. Enough, I say is enough! Like the French egg seller, who’d gone off his onion, or was that someone else?

Old Pritchers, thrust once more, back into the pedagogical harness or straight jacket as ex-teachers lovingly call it, cleverly lost the toss but managed to bat, which was his cricketing desire of the day. There was no need for him to temporize over the batting line-up, as temporizing is for chaps who don’t know their stuff.

Chris Horner, Bayshill stalwart and mighty six-hitter, batting in just his fifth match of the season looked good from the off. Chris who has played for the club for almost as long as some of the club’s dinosaurs made a steady start punctuating the scorebook with fours. Alex, bachelor-boy beetle expert, decided that a bit of dottage was the way forward, striking ten of the finest Seurat inspired points before lofting the ball skywards towards Elon Musk’s light-polluting satellites. His next ball reared slightly and catching the bat unexpectedly drifter back to the bowler, who greedily gobbled the said offering. Not cricket really bearing in mind Alex’s personal circumstances. Woodward didn’t seem to care though.

Pritchard, who sadly will have no poem this week, took Alex’s place and got into a serious bit of dottage himself. He couldn’t match the outgoing bat’s 10 though, only managing a mere 9. However, if there’s one thing about our present captain, it’s his love of four play, followed by wild six. Striking the ball hither and thither and indeed willy and nilly, his score ascended quickly, but alas, his partner Mr Horner was caught for 44 and gone. Chris also a hedonistic fore-play man on the golf course, hit nine cracking cricketing fours of his own in his 47 deliveries. The score was now up to 73 off 15 overs.

Toffee Chris Weyman managed just the 6 dots before whacking a big six disdainfully over the boundary of this beautifully embowered venue. And do it went on, with Old Pritchers weaving his own brand of magic with his wand of willow. The spell was broken with the score up to 89 and the captain left the scene with 34 runs off 49 balls, also bowled.

Tom Liley recently engaged on tour, joined the Bays’ own chocolate bar to share an unbroken partnership of 93 for the fourth wicket. Chris carried on hitting the ball to all

parts, finished on 44 off 40 with four 4s and two big sixes. Tom however endeavoured to outscore the Toffee man, hitting 9 fours and one six to finish his innings, unbeaten on 51* off just 25 deliveries with a mere 7 dots!

Before the Bays left the field Steve Liley managed 5 dots and two singles to amass 2* runs personally and with Chris Weyman’s extra 5 bringing the score up to 190.

The tea provided deserves a mention. A great variety of choice and strong tea to boot. At this point I’d like you to imagine a great cricketing tea… & a cheeky stoup of Abbot thrown in for good measure.

Bushley set about the task of the 190 runs slowly at first. Kavla and Nair took 8 off the first three overs, which were delivered by Harding of the M persuasion and Rodders of the Macleod ilk or should I say tartan. (I’ve just been warned about stereotyping, so I won’t be going down the och aye the noo route…)

However, the Scotsman’s second over went for 16, seeing him smashed to all parts of the ground. Trees quivered, spectators shook, even the beetle on the stumps (noticed by Alex) trembled, nowhere seemed safe, with the ball reaching places it seemed indecent for a ball to get to. His next went for 22 as the onslaught continued on this modern Flodden Field. Surprisingly, Rodders was amazed to be taken off, to be replaced by Guthrie, bending the captains’s ear about not being told, as he left his bowling duties. Strange, he was the only Bayshillian who didn’t realise he’d been replaced.

Angus didn’t hang around dismissing not only Kavla, but his replacement the very next ball. Sadly the hatrick wasn’t managed, but the tone of the game had been changed. Mc Ghee was in at three and Free in at four. This didn’t perturb Nair, who continued to bash whoever bowled, for sixes mainly. A flock of Canada Geese sailed overhead, with more honking than that had come from Dick Seaman’s old car.

Tom Liley who replaced Michael who bowled creditably for 29, bearing in mind Nair’s antics, took the wicket of captain Hartland for 16. The score was now Nelson off 17 overs, or for the non-cricketing readers, 111.

J Hartland was well caught out bt Tom Liley off Colin Harding’s bowling, bringing a dangerous innings to a close. 125 for 6 and the batsmen kept coming. Jonson was run out smartly. Macleod then returned to the fray, to bowl Layton and Johnson and indeed take a third wicket LBW, which was rescinded by the Bays’ captain on the basis the batsman had hit the ball. Rod ever the sportsman, took it on the chin and didn’t mention the subject again. Well not until later in the pub at least, but I won’t mention that here, as I wish not to besmirch a Highlander’s character.

Tom Liley and surprisingly Steve Pritchard finished the bowling duties. Pritchers only went for 4 off his over, immediately propelling him into the all-rounder category, whilst Tom removed the potential match-winner Nair for 67, caught well by Angus Guthrie.

Bushers were 161 all out, just 30 runs short with 3.4 overs left. If Nair had survived, things may have turned out differently.

Bayshill 190/3

Horner 44/47/9/0

Pritchsrd S 34/49/5/1

Weyman 44*/40/4/2

Liley T 51*/25/9/1

R Woodward – 6-2-15-1

Bushley 161/10

Nair 67,J Hartland 31

Macleod 6/1/54/2

Guthrie A 6/0/24/3

Liley T 3.2/0/16/2

Harding C 4/0/26/2

TIE-DYmock

Dymock
Prematch rain over Dymock’s pitch

Colonel Mustard reports from Dymock; the county of the pear and the Bays’ latest cricketing endeavour.

When Dymock is mentioned to Old Moutarde here, I must confess that memories and flights of fantasy come readily to mind. I blame the ‘hand on hip’ poetical air that swirls about the place, in just the same way that the sea fret was posing a nuisance before Sunday’s cricket. Before you ask dear reader, the answer happens to be a great big No, to the request that this weeks’ report is rendered in iambic pentamer, sonnet form or any other strange Japanese verse form learnt at school, such as the revered square numbered Sudoku or was is Suzuki 5/7/5? Both powerful constructions they are, I remember being taught. I think I’ll try one…

Cricket

Cricket on the green,

Not Pritchers batting again,

Yes, but out, a duck!

Now where was I? Ah yes, the Dymock poets such as Frosty, Brooksie, Gibson, Drinkwater and my personal favourite the bespectacled Abercrombie. I must say that ‘Old Abbers’ as I like to call him, in spite of his Harold Wilson style raincoat, is described by those in the poetical know, as having an ability to produce gem-like imagery and his verse, which is the important bit for poets I believe, is considered to be generally rugged and of sound metre. Well, you won’t be getting anything of that nature here I tell you. I’m not an expert on semaphore or even millipedes for that matter, so I won’t be comparing you or any blasted cricketer or anybody to a summer’s day. Ah, now you thought you had me there, thinking I meant similes and metaphors! Well, you didn’t I tell you, because a clever johnny can get a damned bally good idea across to the listener or reader using semaphore and or millipedes if they’ve been correctly instructed at school, for that matter.

To the game, before I start to grow my hair, or wear an Oscar wilde blouse, or start putting my thoughts into rhyme and forming a Bayshill poetical society of my very own.

The game of cricket has two wickets. Now that was purely accidental! Pull yourself together old chap. Ah yes, Dymock. Talking of wickets and such things, in 1997, Chris Horner and Steve Liley shared a record-breaking 7th wicket partnership of 66, that lasted exactly 13 years. It was beaten with an 87 partnership by Adi Rai and one of today’s

occasional players, that being Aaron Brown in 2010, against Irby. This record stands to this day.

On Sunday, Dymock won the toss and decided to put the Bays into the field. Singh and Saunders opened the bowling for the Bays and did little wrong apart from removing the batsmen. After five overs, the score was still, just in single figures. Aaron Brown replaced Singh and in his second over (the tenth in all) bowled Alexander for 43. The team score had climbed by now to 56, with the overs yielding just a little over 5 each. This state of affairs continued until about the twentieth over, after which the score moved along a little more freely. Brown took the only other wicket to fall by running out T Harris for 6, with an accurate throw to Angus Guthrie who removed the bails adroitly.

Dymock had amassed 154 off their 25, with 3 retired batsmen back in the hutch. B Caffull made 42 with just two singles and 8 fours and a six, whilst M Addis made just the one more, but with seven 4s and a six as well. J Cherlton, also retired made 21 with mostly singles apart from the one four.

Scott Carpenter Bays’s Scilly tourist made his debut with 5 overs for 35. Well done to him! Thorp still without the E, Van Dyke A and Guthrie A also bowled creditably, but sadly without wickets.

Bays were soon on the field again, after a short break during which the Chairman, the wicket keeper and his lady wife enjoyed some fermented apple juice in the pavilion. Yes, and before you dare ask, cheese and beetroot sandwiches were dispatched with relish. Well, in fact there was no relish, unless you count mustard into that category.

Ajit Singh, the man in a hurry as ever, opened the innings with Katie Guthrie. Ajit who before the innings had a Bayshill strike rate of 132.7 with a top score of 114* faced seven dots before being caught behind for a duck. Old Pritchers, (str rate: 0.888) back from a Majorca and dare I say it, ‘brown as a nut’ (is that allowed these days?) joined Katie. He sadly didn’t last long either, going for two balls less than Ajit for a quacker as well. Katie was on 5 by now and the team score six, but 2 wickets down.

Chris Weyman, next in, steadied the ship, with a controlled innings, which finished 40 not out off 41, including 6 fours. Steve Liley after last weeks 50*, replaced Weyman, to score just 6 singles off 12 deliveries, going trying to cut one to the off. Not a wise decision to a ball heading for middle stump. Before he left, Katie reached 41 to retire after 44 deliveries and six 4s, a very good innings, with some fine aggressive shots. Alex Bertie Van Dyke made 7 off 9 with just the one four, before being caught.

Aaron Brown made a quick fourteen, which included a mighty six that flew over the sightscreen to hit a silver Skoda on its roof bars. The next car along belonged to Bays’ keeper – thank goodness he didn’t hit that one!

Saunders joined Angus Guthrie, who was making a go of getting the Bays over the line. 138 off 23, leaving 17 needed off the last two. In the end Guthrie scored 16 not out off 9, with two fours. Saunders scored one off 5, but the last run bye moved the score to 154.

As the players left the field, there was just a little confusion over the result. The score board seemed to indicate that Dymock had made 155, but that was in fact the score needed by the Bays for a win. So Dymock had not won, but neither had the Bays. It was the fourth tied game in all of 706 Bayshill games.

I would like to have placed a few jimmy-‘o-goblins on a tied result before the game, but then I don’t suppose I could have found a silver ring bookie to take my bet, that I estimate should have been given, at odds of 235/1.

Dymock 154/2

Caffell 42*, Cherlton 22*, Alexander 43.

A Brown 3/0/25/1

Run outs: A Brown

Bayshill 154

Guthrie K 41*, Weyman 40*

Richall 2/14, Walker 2/28

11/8/24 v Westbury-on-Severn

Katie turns one round the corner

Colonel Mustard once more back on the mainland and in a full set of heavy tweeds, returns to bring a pinch of normality to readers of this electronic organ.

In my cupboard there are two small wheelie type bags, that will satisfy all the necessary baggage requirements of the cheap end of the airline spectrum. They are brand new and still have their tags attached. They are waiting for the moment that the Atlantic Wolff sets sail at high speed from Penzance to Hugh Town at a time when the knowledgeable bird is starting wormwards. Oh dear, I seem to have made a stinker in this report already – I’m not going to venture down the path in that fictitious direction again.

Now where was I? Ah yes, I hear you cry, as the evanescent Wolff also passes from thought. To the cricket on the mainland and by that I mean to Westbury-on Severn and Andoversford and the other ‘over’ that of Overbury. There is no report for the earlier matches, as The Colonel and when I reference him, I mean me of course, was attending to other affairs, which will be on less than no interest to the reader; – unless the reader happens to be interested in Abbot Ale pump clips and the growing of beetroot and other vegetables on British Rail land. If this is the case, then I’d suggest specialist help of the order of, ‘If you’ve been affected by any of the issues in this report, please blah blah blah and so on.’ Now we’ve covered ourselves from any possible insurance claims, I’ll push onwards.

If Old Moutarde had written a report, it would have been brief and probably said something like the following.

Overbury – Party Bash!

Bays won the toss and put Overbury into bat. They made 200 with Pierce the Nobster and Hawk the Hawk excelling with the ball, taking 3 and 2 respectively. In reply, the Bays struggled and finished on 151 with Nobby unbeaten on 39 – in a retire on 30 game. Horner back from the bunker made a creditable 29 from 27, whilst Angus Guthrie scored 17 to ensure he eclipsed the aspiring headteacher and prospective father-in -law, Old Pritchers who amassed one less.

Overbury 200/10

Hockey 22, Aldridge 20, Davis 31, Gardener 36*.

Macleod 4.3/0/18/1, Thorp 4/0/31/2, Liley J 4/1/16/1, Pierce 2/0/17/3.

Catches: Pierce, Macleod, Guthrie, Van Dyke, Liley S. Run Outs Horner 1, Macleod 1.

Bayshill 151/9

Horner 29/27/4/1, Pierce 39*/50/6/0.

Davis 3/26, Townsend 3/7.

Andoversford – Back after 8 years or so!

Andoversford won the toss and pushed the Bays into bat on a holt and sultry day. The Bays made 163, with Alex Bertie Van Dyke top scoring with a cultured 52. Tom Liley scored 37 off 26, whilst Paul Saunders hit 21* off 27.

Andoversford fell to the accurate and consistent bowling of the Bays, who shared the wickets around. Saunders took one, whilst Thorp, Liley J and Guthrie took a brace each, as the home team were dismissed for 130.

Bayshill 163/10

Van Dyke A 52/39/9/0, Liley T 37/26/6/0. Saunders 21*/27/3/0.

Gibson 2/14, Carter 2/24, Young 2/11

Andoversford 130/9

Owen 29, Davis 31, Lee 30.

Saunders P 5/0/24/1, Thorp C 5/0/26/2, Liley J 5/0/16/2, Guthrie A 2/0/6/2

Catches & Stumpings Pritchard S 1, Liley S 1&1.

Now dear reader, you’ve realised by now, that by unceremoniously inserting 2 other reports, I’ve managed to lessen the workload of not just the writer, but also the website Supremo, who must be remembered for his sterling effort. And so, to Westbury-on Severn or as the Bays think, Fran-on-Severn.

Stand in captain and Alex bachelor boy Bertie Van Dyke, soon to tap his toe to a certain Mendelssohn’s march won the toss and immediately decided to shake up the order in the way Elvis would have treated this cricketing game of ours. For reasons known only to him, he decided the openers would be the wicket keeper and the occasional player that is Liley of the S persuasion and AJ of the Machi type. This ruse was no doubt due to the fact that the whole team on the day didn’t want to start matters off.

Liley hadn’t started early and indeed had decided that he’d only treat himself to a stoup of the elixir if things turned out all right. With the now bearded AJ at the other end, the game began with a single and on the last ball of the over AJ hit the ball to the fence. Sadly, this was to be AJ’s last boundary. He departed in the eight over with the score on 23 and with 8 to his name. Liley had climbed to 9 by now, with one four to his name and

quite a few dots, which the writer will hurriedly brush over for fear of starting something he doesn’t want to.

Katie Guthrie began her innings with a grim determination not to lose her wicket and with 15 consecutive dots next to her name in the scorebook, she finally got off the mark with a well-placed single. Slowly but surely the score climbed, whilst the wickets didn’t. After 23 overs or so and the score up to about the 90 mark, Liley departed 50 not out with 9 fours to his name and just a few dots, but we won’t go into those here, as it doesn’t do to keep opening the oven door when there’s a topping cake inside. With visions of the Ale of the Abbot arising before the mental retina of the number one batsman, he was off the field to the applause of his team-mates, where the snootful thankfully awaited him.

Away from all this nonsense, captain Alex Van Dyke entered the fray to join Katie, with a captain’s job to do. He wished to steer to good ship Bayshill away from the nearby bend in the River Severn and up to an altitude that Westbury-on-Severn couldn’t aspire to. Katie who had been scoring quite slowly, suddenly upped her game to begin scoring with the rapidity needed as the innings neared its conclusion. Having got to 25 off 54 Katie miscued one off Cueto to be caught with 2 fours to her name. A rapid 22 followed from Alex, before he too went caught, this time off Reed.

Fran Stirrup playing against his own team, pushed the score along with apparent ease. Macleod made 5 before being bowled by Cueto, to be followed by Nishant, who went for a golden quacker to the same bowler. Saunders went second ball to Panting for a duck, whilst Thorp without the E wrapped the innings up with cultured one! Fran meanwhile had amassed 34 off 21 with three 4s and two big sixes. The Bays made 175 in their 35.

After tea, which as usual comprised cheese (from Somerset and very strong I’ll have you know), home grown beetroot and lashings of a bright yellow German mustard and a little Ale of the aforementioned Abbot. (Why I don’t receive remuneration from the Greene King Brewery for this unsolicited plugging of their beer I don’t know. But I can tell you that Abbot Ale is not ale but beer. In case you wanted to know why, it’s because it has been flavoured by hops, which are not used in traditional ale production) Now back to the game before anyone starts getting cross by all the extraneous information that seems to be leeching into the writing.

Cueto opened for Westbury, with Saunders and the doughty Scotsman, Rod ‘I’m a Hibs fan’ Macleod. Macleod had Talie LBW for 4, before Stirrup caught Lweis for 2 off Saunders. Braveheart then had Beth caught behind off a faint snick, but that is enough as we all know. Rod then bowled Tew for a duck before he was taken off for a lie down.

Nishant then had Cueto clean bowled for 44 before Tom Liley sent Henners back for 15 also bowled. Thorp had Keane caught by Saunders and Guthrie had two more clean

bowled off spin. Macleod returned for a caught and bowled and Westbury were all out off just over 30 overs for 129.

Bayshill 175/5

Liley S 50/80/9/0, Guthrie K 25/54/2/0, Van Dyke A 22/22/4/0, Stirrup F 34/21/3/2

Cueto 3/27

Westbury-on-Severn 129/10

Cueto 44, Henners 15, Keane 34

Saunders P 4/0/10/1, Macleod 7/0/30/4, Liley T 4/0/15/1, Nishant 4/0/10/1, Thorp 4/0/12/1, Guthrie A 3/0/10/2

Catches Stirrup 1, Saunders 1. Liley S 1, Macleod 1.

Scilly Tour 24 – Another Bayshill Overseas Engagement

Isles of Scilly
The Triumphant Bays!

The Colonel, of the Mustard variety no less, was staying in the elaborately decorated Egyptian House in Penzance, just down the road from his rather bibulous and unusual third cousin removed, the highly esteemed Admiral Benbow. Where he’d been removed from, still confused old Mustard, but then many things, most of little consequence had always had very similar effects on the contents of the Colonel’s crammed cranium. Why the Egyptian House, I hear you cry? The answer is, fairly simple comparatively speaking, in that the Bays’ scribe is an avid collector of scarabs from the ancient Egyptian dynasties. Please don’t enquire further (See Alex Van Dyke), as this cricket report may turn into something else altogether, if it hasn’t already.

The Admiral in full naval attire, with his splendid bicorne hat, lives in the piratical inn bearing his name. High up upon the ridge tiles of his licensed roof, for all to espy, lies an uncomfortable looking gunman, who has been sternly instructed to take out any blasted buccaneers, one-legged parrots or was it pirates or indeed anyone dubious enough to look as though they may have had a black spot pressed into one if their unsuspecting sweaty palms.

Old Benbers takes the security of all his guests with a stern mindset, especially that of his tweed-clad, pince-nezed cousin, who for some bizarre reason some years before, had been appointed to the heady position from which he was supposed to relate all the events pertaining to the mighty Bays Cricket club’s tour. It was for this reason, that the Admiral had smuggled Mustard aboard the Scillonian III at some untimely hour, dressed as a fez-bedecked Moroccan on shore leave. There was no due pomp and ceremony for our colonel, no sign of any piping aboard, not the slightest of hornpipes, no half-hearted splicing of the mainbrace, no raising of the Blue Peter, basically nothing at all, to the great disdain of our reporter, but there was however, more than a little umbrage on his part. With this tincture or briefest of introductions completed, this journalistic organ of little to no repute, hands over to the Colonel to elucidate in his egregious way, on the goings on as they happened, warts and all, in the ‘Scilly Tour of 24’…

Bayshill’s most recent Engagement overseas!

When I say, ‘I’ve never liked the expression, “The Wolf at the Door,” I jolly well mean it now! I am more than a tad perturbed I have to say, nay discombobulated after the heinous goings on in the past few months; the phrase truly sticks full well, in my gaping craw. In a brazened and unnecessary publicity stunt, to curry favour with the islanders, the kiddywinkies populating the ‘Fortunate Isles’ as they have come to be known, (isles not kiddies – be serious now!) were invited to take part in a competition to name a shiny new yellow and black ferry that was to start in direct competition with Scillonian III. Yellow and black are frequently used in signage and in the natural world to indicate danger of some description – nuclear emissions, wasps, trip hazards, lack of Abbot Ale etc. Now, where was I?

Ah yes, I remember now, the mythical yellow and black humbugged ferry to Scilly and its childish name. Harland &Wolff have kept us all in the dark, a darkness in fact as bleak as night, regarding the perishing thing’s launch, but it did have a name at least by now. ‘The Atlantic Wolff’ with two Fs was this great mythological beast’s moniker, bequeathed by some remote seafarer’s innocent wide-eyed, offspring. Well, I can tell you that I used more than a couple of Fs myself, when I heard that the feted catamaran had been shelved permanently. H&W, most famous for the four-funnelled Titanic, has now amassed further fame from the invisible Atlantic Wolff. At least the former vessel managed to steam out of port, even if it didn’t manage to get back in again. But fear not, all is not lost my dear rum-soaked hearties, for John Wood (recently dismissed) in the same sort of way Captain Smith was from The Titanic, had promised, before being forced to walk his company’s metaphorical plank, to provide Old Mustard here with a free ticket, no Charon obols required here, when the ferry starts operating… Bowlegged, hornpiping, sea-shantying, chandler-swindling, salty sea-dogs, the whole scurvy diseased crew of ‘em. Not that I’m going to show I’m upset or irritated in any way, by any of these piffling trifles of course.

This year’s Scilly tour if you didn’t know was the 32nd of the 39 long years it’s been running. This means next years will be a third of a century’s worth of tours and indeed the 40th anniversary since its inception by the Right Honourable Chairman. In Latin numerals dear reader, it will the XL tour – Let’s see if the club and its players, supporters, families can make sure that we make it the Extra Large tour it deserves to be!

The Tour order to prevent confusion and any obfuscation:

Thursday 25th July V Tresco – postponed / poor weather, Friday 26th V St. Mary’s (Martins’s rearranged to Saturday), Saturday 27th St. Martin’s (St. Mary’s rearranged to Friday), Sunday 28th St. Agnes, Monday 29th V Tresco (rearranged from Thursday) Friday 26th July V St. Mary’s

Frantastic!

The first game of the tour began a day later than usual starting in the early evening. Bayshill won the spin of the groat and decided to put the St. Mary’s team into bat on a pitch that over the years has produced scores usually between 80 and 120.

Jamie Liley and Fran Stirrup started the bowling for the Bays high up on the Garrison, with a team made up of regular Bays players, some irregulars and the occasional or yearly player. Jamie and the St. Mary’s team seemed in a hurry, Jamie removing Paddy for a duck, clean bowled with St. Mary’s taking ten off the first over. Fran also went for ten, as the attacking intent of the home team seemed openly stated. Jamie bowled a tight second over for just 4, but then Al and James whacked 15 off Fran, to take the score up to 39.

Paul Saunders and Tom Liley took over the bowling duties in the sixth over, with the score still climbing. Paul went for 9 and seven in his first two, taking Al’s wicket for 22, clean bowled, with Tom going for a stingy 7 and two, but also bowling the dangerous James, who was already on 79. Tom, St. Mary’s 4th bat was well run out by Jamie Liley. Before Steve Liley stumped Ollie (St. Mary’s no 6) for a duck off Fran Stirrup.

St. Mary’s bludgeoned anything loose or wide and even had a ‘good go’ at the guest bowlers at the end. Bay’s Belgium Ollie or to his team mates ‘Le Belge’ or ‘Le Bulge’ managed an eighteen ball over, with lots of pointing, which on reflection the umpire could have reduced appropriately. However, the unusual one-step ‘run-up’ if such a thing exists, with more pointing than a brickie on a good day, heralded Trev’s exit for 18, with a good catch being pouched by Tom Liley. St. Mary’s posted 166/6 off their twenty.

This was always going to be a tall order for the Bays, especially when Scott Carpenter Bays guest player on debut was removed, bowled by May. Chris Weyman steadied the good ship Bayshill with Tom Liley at the other end striking cleanly from the beginning. Weyman took singles and dotted until on seven, before hitting two well-timed fours. Tom in contrast hit mainly twos and fours before being bowled by Raife on 21 off 19, with three well hit fours. Seven overs had somehow disappeared into the ether and the not so mighty Bays were staring into a void of despair, without seemingly the chance of a glacier in the modern world.

Fran Stirrup isn’t a man to mess around when playing cricket, especially with a lump of willow grasped in his palm. Starting modestly at first, Fran helped the score ascend upwards to 63 before his partner Chris W was adjudged LBW to Trev. Weyman departed on 21 off 36 with two fours. Importantly, the number of overs used was already 13. Fran was on 17 by now off 14 with three fours to his name. Alex Van Dyke Bayshill’s very own specialist coleopterologist, a position he takes with great enthusiasm, was now at the other end to Fran and looking ‘to make the Bays great again’.

39 balls were left to make 104 runs. Time to shut up the shop and turn the lights off would have been the mantra of many cricketers, even in days of fizz-bang cricket, where the ‘100’ is trying to muscle in on the game with a luke-warm reception at best. Fran is not one of these lick-spittle wretches, but a cricketer who sees possibilities; where these may lurk is unseen to most others. His next 21 balls received, produced a blistering 63 runs, pushing St. Mary’s into the mindset that they might have ‘blown it!’ Alex supported Fran in his blitzkrieg with 16 off 21 including 2 fours. Within Fran’s innings were six consecutive boundaries with a six somewhere in the middle. At the end the Bays (or to be more accurate Fran) were just 16 runs short. Fran finished with 80 not out off 35 – 11 fours and 3 sixes.

St. Mary’s 166/6

Al 22, James 79

J Liley 4/0/31/1, F Stirrup 4/0/41/1, P Saunders 4/0/27/1, T Liley 4/0/15/1, A Van Dyke 2/0/23/0, E Saunders 1/0/13/0, O Joris 1/0/18/1

Catches T Liley 1, S Liley 1, Run Outs J Liley 1.

Bayshill 150/3

C Weyman 21/36/2/0, T Liley 20/19/3/0, F Stirrup 80*/35/11/3, A Van Dyke 16/21/2/0

Saturday 27th July 2024 v St. Martin’s

Bays’ St. Martin’s Engagement

The team was all shook up I hasten to add and thoroughly delighted after hearing that Tom Liley had just become engaged to the delightful Abbie Merton on Great Bay, the far side of St. Martin’s. Naturally, Tom was made captain for the day in the match against St. Martin’s. The Bays were put into bat by their hosts and it didn’t take very long for the game to start to unwind.

Tom and Jamie Liley opened the batting, but St. Martin’s sadly hadn’t read the script. The first over went for a maiden and in the second, Jamie was caught behind for a quacker. Fran the hero of yesterday joined Tom, but he was caught in the third over for just 3 off Woodhead’s bowling. Tom fell late in the fifth over for 5 with a single 4, meaning Alex Van Dyke and Steve Liley were already in. The next wicket to fall was Steve L’s in the 8th over with the score just 15. Alex and Chris Weyman had a partnership of 29, before Alex left on 20, bowled Marshall.

Saunders was caught for 1, before Adrian Liley finished Bays batting with Chris W. a partnership of 27 saw the total climb to just 73. Weyman was 17 not out off 43 with one four and Liley unbeaten on six off 25.

St. Martins polished off Bays’ score rather quickly, amassing the required amount in just over 11 overs. Boxall and Marshall being 35 and 27 unbeaten respectively. Bays bowlers did their best to make a game of it, but 73 isn’t really defensible and defendable.

Bayshill 73/6

A Van Dyke 20/31/2/1, Weyman 17/43/1/0

Woodhead 2/10, Marshall 2/11

St. Martin’s 74/0

Boxall 35*, Marshall 27*

Sunday 28th July 2024 v St. Agnes

Not Again!

The game on St. Agnes has in recent years taken on the mantle of the game where players get injured. Sadly, this was to be the case again today, but whereas usually it is one player who is struck down, today it happened to be two.

Steve Liley captaining today won the argument and agreed with St. Agnes that they needed to bat. St. Agnes know their small ground as well as any can, showing this by using the lofted route on as many as nine occasions. Solly Hicke was first to go though, bowled by Alex Van Dyke for 17. Tom had the dangerous Eberlain caught and bowled for 24 off just 11, including three 6s. The next three batsmen all retired with each going for different amounts. Stewart who scored most was 54 not out with three 6s and six 4s off just 30.

Stirrup drew Kent forward to be stumped by Steve Liley for 5. Fran then ran out Inigo Hicks for 7. Belgium cricketing expert Ollie or Olly or Le Belge or Le Bulge then got out the pointing before having A Hicks caught well by Alex Van Dyke. 206 for 5, leaving the Bays a reasonable mountain to climb.

As there were no volunteers to open, Steve decided it only fair to put himself in with Chris Weyman and see what happens. A slow start followed, with 44 coming off the first 8 overs. Weyman was first to go, bowled by Ed for 12 off 14 with 2 fours. Fran joined his youthful captain and took on a bit sound advice, before the two put on 46 in the next six overs, leaving the game nicely balanced. Liley was on 30 off 46 with three fours and one beautifully crafted maximum (one nearer his century in sixes!), whilst Fran not be outscored had 31 off 20 with 5 fours and a mighty six of his own!

At this point, Fran hit a ball upwards and indeed a bit more upwards. Two of St. Martin’s fielders running at full pelt collided and that sadly was that. Sam and Inigo Hicks both apparently knocked out were duly cared for by Rachael Liley and Bronwen Saunders amongst others, before the first responder arrived. Both are now well, with Inigo having been air-lifted to the mainland for treatment.

St. Martin’s young wicketkeeping captain for the day suggested a restart, but there was no desire in either team for such a way forward. 115 needed off 10 was the position of play, but this mattered little compared to the welfare of those injured. The Bays wish both Sam and Inigo well!

St. Agnes 206/5

Eberlain 24, Stewart 54*, Slater 30*

A Van Dyke 3/0/33/1, T Liley 3/0/11/1, Stirrup 5/0/32/2, O Joris 1/0/13/1

Catches T Liley 1, Saunders 1. Stumpings S Liley 1. Run Outs Stirrup 1.

Monday 29th July 2024 v Tresco

It’s Coming Home!

In an eighteen over match, it was agreed that Tresco would bat. Bays got off to the best possible start, removing opener Hiscock for a duck, caight behing Steve Liley off Tom Liley his recently engaged son. Paul Saunders at the other end suggested to the keeper he go back in case of a snick – next ball the snick! Steve Liley gratefully accepted the ball and Self the other opener was on his way. Macintosh then went for seven this time bowled Liley T and caught by Saunders. Gibbs and Hales then rebuilt for Tresco, moving the score from 12 to 106, before Stirrup had Gibbs on 45 stumped by Steve Liley. Jamie Liley then caught and bowled Algy Dorrien-smith, before Tresco concluded their knock on 115.

Steve Liley trying to replicate his knock of the day before opened with Alex Van Dyke. However, after just five singles (all beautifully executed in the writer’s humble opinion), he departed with the score on 24. Fran Stirrup wanted to carry on from St. Mary’s and indeed St. Agnes and with Alex, did just that. With 13 overs gone and the score on 78, the Bays needed 47 off the last 5.

Fran and Alex made it look easy in the end, bludgeoning the ball around with gay (in the old sense) abandon. Alex finished on 57* off 43 with five 4s and two 6s, whilst Fran concluded on 59* off 39 with three 4s and four whopping sixes. A great way to finish the tour and bring the Charles and Gisela Liley Memorial Cup back to old Chelters where it rightly belongs. Come on the Bays!

Tresco 125/6

Gibbs 45, Hales 46.

Liley T 3/0/12/2, Saunders 4/0/18/1, Stirrip 4/0/27/1, J Liley 3/0/19/2

Catches Liley S 2, Saunders 1, Stirrup 1, Liley J 1, Stumpings Liley S 1

Bayshill 126/1

A Van Dyke 57*/43/5/2, Stirrup 59*/39/3/4

And so the tour finished…

Others goings on occurred as they always do, but the main feeling was one of great fun and behind this thought, when can we all do this again?

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