Many, many December 26ths spent at the cricket with my Dad.
Today was a tragic's day for cricket - engrossing even with the slow run rate and maiden overs.
Blustering wind as normal around the ground so my trusty Burberry shawl/leg blanket essential.
Dad clutching our two garden chair cushions as we make our way to Gate 2.
Long Room glass of wine before lunch.
Two wickets fall on the tv while our lunches are prepared.
Young beaus dressed suavely lounge long limbs on the bar, in their seats, enjoying a blokes only day.
Great coffees (one per session) clutched to warm hands and hearts.
$20 am/fm receiver essential for ABC grandstand reception.
Test cricket is such a meditative ritual for me especially when I go with my Dad. A very special day always.
