My Top One Hundred

A few weeks ago my brother suggested that Dave and I send my nephew Rory some music for his birthday, on the basis that it would broaden Rory’s musical horizons at a time when he’s getting quite into playing instruments as well as listening to music. It was his 10th birthday, and he’d also requested the Wii music game which he’d enjoyed playing while visiting us a few weeks earlier. My brother’s tastes revolve around his love for the guitar and, as observed from a big sister’s perspective, seemed to move from Black Sabbath, Motorhead and loud heavy metal, through Rush to the likes of Stevie Ray Vaughn, Eric Clapton, Richard Thompson and the blues. My tastes suffice to say, don’t.

As for Dave and I, we decided to make a compilation CD each, as our tastes are very different and for mine, I thought I’d compile an A to Z of some of my favourite performers. This blog isn’t really concerned with what I included, but more the fact that it gave me a rare excuse to delve into my ‘record’ collection which is all neatly filed away in iTunes. It struck me that, although most of what I like is the music I was listening to in my late teens and early twenties, I have music that represents many of the periods of my life, and indeed defines some of them in my memory. So I thought I’d commemorate my life in music so far with a playlist, and this - a nice rambling blog about what the songs all meant to me, and when.

My top 100





Let’s start at the very beginning, as they say in The Sound of Music, a very good place to start. When I was born, the number one songs in the charts were House of the Rising Sun by The Animals in the US, and You Really Got me by The Kinks in the UK. I was born in Wales, as everyone knows, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t have their own Top of the Pops, even in 1964! Early years aren’t generally renowned for shaping musical tastes, although I guess most people are influenced to some degree by what their parents and older siblings play. When I was between 4 and 6 years old my father was posted to Malta and 2 songs sum up that period for me. Apparently part of my early schooling was being taught to sing the Hallelujah chorus, something my mother discovered when hearing me sing it in the bath one day – it’s something I revisited at school when I joined the choir at age about 12, and it’s my favourite piece of choral music to this day. The other great feature about Malta, apart from its quirky education system, is the proximity of almost everywhere to the sea. We had a small motorboat which we used to go out in occasionally, my mother, younger brother and I sitting engulfed in life-jackets on the boat bottom I seem to recall, while my dad steered. And my over-riding impression is of spray and the sound of us singing the Peter, Paul and Mary song Daddy’s taking us to the zoo tomorrow! I’m not certain to this day whether Malta even has a zoo, let alone whether we went.







We returned to England in 1970 with my youngest brother having just been born (he was 6 weeks old when we flew home) but it’s not for another 4 years or so that any music makes an impression on my memories.






The songs that retain affection from my earliest viewings of Top of the Pops are King Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas – such a classic, and Sugar Baby Love by the Rubettes with their ridiculous white berets.

It wasn’t until a couple of years after this that I began to acquire records. My first single, purchased as I recall on a trip to Worthing to visit my grandmother in 1976, was Don’t Give Up On Us Baby by David Soul. Mum bought Leo Sayer’s You Make Me Feel Like Dancing and dad (the only time I ever recall him buying a single) bought Julie Covington's Don't Cry For Me Argentina at the same time. I know my brother's first single was Turning Japanese by The Vapors which is terribly cool but I can't do much about that now! I must confess, here, that I’ve just wiki’d Leo Sayer, and did you know he isn’t really called Leo? His name is Gerard. And since he was born in May, it isn’t even his star sign! Astonishing. Maybe it had something to do with his great mane of hair, hm! My first 2 albums were Darts by Darts, and Showaddywaddy Greatest Hits. One was the first LP I was bought, I think it was the Showaddywaddy one. The other I bought myself.

Apart from these, the music that filtered through from what my parents were playing included a number of things that have stuck with me, notably Joan Armatrading whose stuff I have always loved since listening to her eponymous album with the fantastic Love and Affection single on it. I remember month after month of sitting at our dining room table doing homework with this playing in the background. The other music I remember hearing at home, and which Dave downloaded for me fairly recently is Prokofiev’s Peter and The Wolf. The new version has one minor bonus over the version we used to listen to (it is narrated by David Bowie) but it is an altogether magical musical experience with it’s twittering bird, stealthy wolf and the booming bravado of the hunters.

Around this time I joined the Girl Guides and was lucky enough to be going to my first camp. In line with what I assume the older Guides had requested as a theme for the camp, each tent of girls was named for one of the members of the big group of the time – the Bay City Rollers! I was in Woody tent, although I only lasted a night before being taken ill with mumps and having to go home. To this day I don’t know how the tartan rockers theme was planning to emerge during the week, although I had packed a pair of jeans with tartan turn-ups to wear.

By the mid-70s, of course, I was at secondary school, a time when you begin to find that there are other types of music than those your parents like, know or even approve of. Unfortunately for me, with hindsight, I was in Norfolk at this time and I was in my early rather than late teens as the punk scene emerged and music became bright and vibrant for the first time. Obviously I was never going to be able to pop to London to catch The Clash, or nip into Malcolm McLaren’s shop to buy a Sex Pistols T-shirt. In fact my first actual gig-going experience had taken place when I was about 11 or 12, at the invitation of my then best friend Wendy. The King’s Lynn area newspaper girls and boys (of which she was one) were invited to see the phenomenal talent that is Desmond Dekker perform. I seem to recall this was in the West Runcton town hall, but that can’t be right can it? I also recall he was a titchy little fella who performed on a small podium and in an all-in-one leather jumpsuit affair in bright scarlet red. Lucky I hadn’t yet reached an impressionable age, or who knows what dreadful effects this might have had. One thing it did engender was a deep abiding love for the song The Israelites. Thanks again to wikipedia I have just discovered that Mr Dekker is the Desmond referred to in The Beatles song Ob-la-di ob-la-da which begins ‘Desmond had a barrow in the market-place’. Astonishing!

This leads me, coincidentally to another major influence on my musical history. I can’t narrow down exactly how old I was when I got my piano, but I do know that my dad bought me The Beatles complete songbook for Christmas 1976 – and in it anticipated the ‘recovery of your left hand’. This was not, as you might think, a reference to some terrible accident, but in view of the fact that for several months I had been bashing about on the piano, purely using my right hand to play tunes. I did begin to take lessons after this, with a friend of my mum but mostly learned to play by taking out my Beatles book evening after evening and every Sunday morning for months and playing the songs I knew, and eventually even several I hadn’t heard The Beatles versions of. Of course Hey Jude was a favourite, although it was by no means one of the tunes I could play the best. During my teens I also played the guitar (although ridiculously my favourite thing to play on it was The Entertainer by Scott Joplin, a piano piece) and, thanks to inheriting one from my maternal grandfather, the violin.

Taking lessons with the violin came about due to a couple of years singing in the school choir standing behind rows of girls scratching and squeaking their instruments through the murdering of several school concert classics and thinking that surely I could do better. This brief flirtation with a career as a competent violinist was, either fortunately or not depending on your view of the likelihood of my succeeding, curtailed due coming at a period in my life late enough in my teens to be cut short by the discovery of boys as an alternative after-school pursuit.I rarely went to discos, although there were some, as I already felt that they were somehow deeply uncool. Our local town had a few outdoor ones which were a mass of gipsy skirts and lots of dodgy disco music. I have fairly fond memories of such things as Kool and the Gang’s Ladies Night, and Tavares but never really got the point of places were all you could do was look an idiot because dancing wasn’t your thing, but then neither was standing in a dark corner snogging!

Typically Tropical ... part 2

With, as far as the Rumsey festival was concerned, Monday being a free day, Dave and I wandered down to the Chattel Village in Holetown after having breakfast in Europa. We browsed round the cute little shops eyeing up possible gifts for ourselves as well as those left behind. We ventured as far as the Bean 'n' Bagel in the West Coast Mall which had been one of our favourite breakfast venues last year, and had lunch during which Dave discovered the Pirate's Punch - a potent mixture ice cream, a shot of espresso and rum.

Having already sent Dave to the supermarket earlier on a mission to acquire cold cures and antihistamine cream (having managed to acquire both a small population of rhinoviruses in my throat and several (probably sandfly) bites on my legs) I figured a relaxing afternoon would be in order.

Broughts arrived in late afternoon and the Antiguan party checked in around 7.45 while we sat in the bar, supping Banks and contemplating dinner at Just Grillin'. The guys had all had a fabulous time and seemed somewhat subdued from their previous few evening's shenanigans! We'd decided as a group that a price of BD$110 and BD$90 for the children was far too much for a night out at Harbour Lights - where Monday night is family show night - particularly as we had almost all been at least once. The decision to try the former pizza restaurant which had re-invented itself as a BBQ pit since our previous visit was a good one, and we had chicken (jerk for Dave and BBQ for me) with rice and coleslaw - all of which was beautiful, and the place was assured of our return.

Before heading home for a night in with my cold viruses, we joined the early part of Hanger Lights, enjoying a reasonably low potency rum and ginger beer and some entertaining banter. The evening was considered a huge success by those that can remember it, though that certainly didn't include Tim, who missed that majority of the next day, and Andy Beevers who, as he himself admitted, failed the rum challenge! He, allegedly, fell over on the way back to their apartment, fell into the luggage rack on his way to the bathroom, and then after Sally had helped him to the bathroom door, fell into the shower. Not surprsingly, Andy only surfaced for about 20 minutes during the day, and then sporting a thick lip and damaged hand, before heading to the Beach House for the first of our festival events where he drank only water!

Our day was a leisurely one. After an early dip in the pool we went duty-free shopping at cave Shepherd and I got myself a cool wide-brimmed straw sunhat and a funky multi-coloured dress, while Dave got a cool white shirt, some new shorts and a pair of trunks - as having lost a couple of stone since last wearing his 2007 trunks he was rather short of swimwear options. We went to Cafe Moya for the first time, and had a lovely lunch of wraps and cold drinks before heading back and sitting around the pool reading until a massive rain cloud broke and pelted us with water for half an hour.

Having determined that the Beach House function was drinks only, we had a quick dinner of flying fish and chips at the bar, along with a couple of Banks' and then headed off. The beautiful sophisticated venue is a wonderful place for either dinner or a drinks party, with its gorgeous colour scheme of white and 2 rich blues, decking floors and range of styles of conservatory-style seating, all topped off with a fabric ceiling and views over the sea. We mingled with people we already knew, though some of the playing tourists re-acquainted themselves with some of the pros, including Shaun Udal, Craig White, Paul Franks, Alex Tudor and Gladstone Small. Darren Stevens chatted with the Cobbs and Masons until Ellis and Ollie fell out and were taken home. We sat with Andy and Sal, & Anna and Pete, and Dave managed to get stung twice at the bar, once getting Andy water - ironically the only non-free drink at the free bar, and once when he was seconds late ordering his 3rd rum and ginger beer and found the free-ness had stopped! The rum cocktails were hideously strong so mine was swiftly followed by a couple of fruit punchs, after which we headed home for a good night's sleep. All that vitamin C seems to have chased the worst of my cold away.

Wednesday morning saw us heading, bright and early, to Sandy Lane beach with our snorkel, where we were joined by the Yarwoods. We had a fabulous time looking at the amazing sights to be seen just a few yards off the beach and while still at chest height or so deep in water - and no, I don't mean Barry in his speedos. We saw fish of many various and gorgeous shapes, sizes, colours and patterns. There were lots of yellow and black stripey fish, big fish with iridescent blue, larger yellow ones, some long thin fish with yellow tails, some with black and white stripes and blue heads.

Dave saw a puffer fish, though with only one snorkel between us, I missed it. did see lots of black angel-type fish and one silvery cream one with funny whiskers. Just rubbing the tops of the big coral covered rocks attracts lots of fish by, presumably, releasing food and we had great fun watching them darting in and out of the rocks and around our feet. and all good practice for tomorrow when we had arranged our first group trip - a day on the catarmaran. Louisa had a lovely time and seemed very confident, while Bridget found she could manage after a bit of help getting her mask straight. Poor Ross wasn't so keen, but happily sat in the sun on the beach as we played in the water for over an hour.

Oh, and Wednesday saw the first of the cricket matches, with the Kibby boys split between the 2 tourist teams which were captained by Shaun Udal and Craig White. One of the teams won, and one lost, but to be honest I'm not sure which.

One of the things Dave and I love to do is check out the local wildlife, and we knew that in Andy and Sal, we had met folk who would share our enjoyment of seeking out the local birdlife. From our previous visit we were fairly well aware of the relatively few common local birds. We saw the grackles which look like evil starlings, the large, equally scary looking scaly-naped pigeons which are black with big red eye patches and the Zenaida pigeons which look like ordinary UK pigeons re-invented by someone with an eye for colour. There are also lots of birds which stay up in the trees including what might be common ground doves (much smaller than the pigeons), the stunning black and yellow bananaquits with their white eye flash, my favourites the gray king birds which also frequent the telegraph wires and the lovely fast moving humming birds. There were also a lot of what we thought were sparrows, but might turn out to be, on further investigation, Barbados bullfinches. Andy pointed out some small dark faced birds we seemed to have missed noticing in 2007, and we thought he might be right in suggesting they were black-faced grassquits.

Gray kingbird

Barbados bullfinch

Zenaida pigeon

Common grackle

Typically tropical..part one

Not having to go to work on a Monday morning is but a minor addition to the reasons to be cheerful when you're sitting on the veranda of your apartment, watching the boyfriend dive into the pool just a dozen yards away through the palm-rich and gloriously sunny surroundings of the All-Seasons Europa apartments. And it's only 7 a.m. and already in the early thirties.

We left England on a later flight than in previous years, departing Gatwick at 1.15pm, meaning we had a later arrival at Grantley Adams airport in Bridgetown, just before 6pm Bajan time. I watched and enjoyed the Ed Norton and Liv Tyler version of the newer Incredible Hulk movies, and saw most of Mamma Mia on the plane (but was frustrated at not ebing able to sing along!), and we were fed pretty well - the cottage pie was terrific- but somehow (and I can't quite put my finger on why) the BA experience wasn't as good as the Virgin one. The staff were slightly on the grumpy side and althought the choice of films was pretty good they did only show 2 cycles of programmes - leaving quite a stretch with nothing to watch but the map!

There were several bouts of significant turbulence, notably during the serving of lunch and resulting in Jo Hanger's red wine being thrown across the floor just when she needed it most. Ellis and Ollie spent equal parts of the flight bestest mates and direst enemies - neither state being particularly conducive to a relaxing snooze to wile away the time. The flight seemed to take ages, but finally we were being treated to the circumnavigation of the island prior to landing that is rather impressive and allowed us to try and point out familiar land-marks to the first-timers.

Our unexpectedly speedy exit through passport control/customs was offset by an extraordinarily long wait for the baggage which seemed to be being offloaded a handful at a time by a Bajan porter who wandered back and forth from the plane to the terminal in his own sweet time! During the wait we missed the sun setting, and our drive to the apartments was therefore necessarily devoid of sightseeing, except for spotting a large well-lit gazebo-type construction in a field full of sugar-cane which our driver informed us was the starting station for spot of nocturnal car rallying - judging by the number of parked vehicles, this was pretty popular (either that or each car in the rally contained about 8 people!)

We also, anticipating that the local supermarket would be shut, persuaded our driver to stop at a garage, and supplies of milk, bread and miscellaneous breakfast items were purchased.

On arrival at Europa there was a slight annoyance on finding that they planned to charge us an extra US$12 a night for the now fully installed air conditioning. In the absence of Russ (who had taken the offer to travel to the Stanford Twenty20 in Antigua), Julie was able to successfully argue that we'd paid for this in the inflated room prices we'd been charged by Rumsey/Tempus and eventually they relented and handed over the room key/activation cards. Fortunately, Dave had brought his padlock with us, which meant that in the evening we were able to lock our door while the card was still in the A/C activation slot - this ensured the room was lovely and cool before we retired of an evening.

Sunday morning followed swiftly on from a couple of welcome bottles of Banks' beer and a rather early night for all, smug in the knowledge that despite hitting the pillow at local time 10p.m., it was in fact 2a.m. UK time. And at least Europa had added breakfast to it's significantly expanded list of restaurant options. And I was first in the pool!! 6.15a.m. and it was warm and refreshing and a real sign of the holiday having started. I wasn't alone for long.



After our on-site Bajan breakfast of flying fish, scrambled eggs, garlic fries and toast we walked to the supermarket (which we had established opened at 9a.m on Sundays) both to reacquaint ourselves with the locale, and because the Europa's complimentary bus doesn't run on a church day. We were joined by the Renshaws and our neighbours Andy and Sally Beevers, the latter needing a quick tour of the important local highlights. We stocked up on useful bits, noting again the high price of the fruit and veg, buying plenty of soft drink options as well as a bottle of Cockspur rum and some Hersheys chocolate.

We took a card from the taxi-driver we got a lift back with in case of future need, and then took Sally and Andy for a walk down to the beach, via the Italian coffee shop (and a milk-shake and mocha frappe).There is a new entrance, through the Divi Heritage Resort, which comes out further north up the beach, but access to the Sandy lane beach is still possible - although the tide seemed to be in and rather high.

After a quick look at the beautiful expanse of sand and the gorgeous clear sea, we wandered back.

A couple of changes of note were the completion of the change from the Pizzazz of 2004 to Just Grillin', and the shutting of Chefette, but we were to find plenty of great places so eat in the course of the next 2 weeks.

More soon....

Seconds out, Round One

So, I'm back - although it's taken rather longer than I anticipated - with news of my 3rd trip to the home of cricket for the National Club Championship final against Malden Wanderers.

To be honest, the overwhelming impression I retain of the trip is one of sitting around waiting, primarily because the latter part of our time in St. John's Wood mostly entailed sitting around waiting! But there was other stuff...

As honorary members of the team, Dave and I travelled down to London on the coach on Monday lunchtime to begin a 2-night stay at the Danubius Hotel which is, literally, across the road from Lord's Cricket Ground. We checked in and a number of the lads wandered over to the ground to take in the last few overs of the final of the National Village Cup which saw Valley End defeat the 2007 winners Woodhouse Grange.We were all fully aware of the weather forecast for the following day, and with the weekend behind us having been rudely interrupted by rain we knew we'd be lucky to avoid getting wet, but the Villagers didn't lose any playing time to rain.

The chairman had thoughtfully instructed all the non-players attending Monday evening's pre-match Dinner to drink as much as possible in order to remove temptation from the reach of the players. Hosted in the Thomas Lord Suite, the fabulous meal:

Grilled marinated salmon

pea, mint and broad bean veloute

tomato fondue and truffle oil

<>

Roast breast of free range chicken

with wild mushrooms

fondant potato, creamed leeks and baby carrots

<>

Passion fruit cheesecake

tuile biscuit and passion fruit sauce

<>

coffee and homemade truffles

Accompanied by several glasses of wine, the feasting was followed by short speeches from the finalists chairmen, and an amusing ramble on life in and after cricket by the guest speaker Chris (son of Colin) Cowdrey. Unfortunately for Mr Cowdrey, no anecdote he could have told was going to be as funny as the suit one of the Malden Wanderers players was wearing!

Next morning the party breakfasted at leisure and then convened at 9am, all very smart in Blazers and new club ties, for the walk across to the ground. While the boys spent an hour warming up and having a quick look at the pitch, Dave and I took a few snaps and i dropped by scoring gear off in the scorebox and re-introduced myself to Andy (no idea what his title is, but I guess something like Lord's Scorebox manager) and to Maurice Henderson, the Malden scorer. I was allowed to venture into the main Pavilion (Dave wasn't as he was tie-less) and went into our (Home) dressing room. In both previous finals we've been the designated 'away' team, so this year the boys got the changed in the room with England's centuries and 5-fers board! I also wandered through the Long room (but didn't have the nerve to get a photo) and into the Library, where I did cheekily pinch a few sheets of headed writing paper.

Ambling round the grounds, we stopped to look at the stall of wonderful cricket paintings of Jocelyn Galsworthy and found that she was manning the place herself. She was lovely, and we chatted for half an hour or more about Kibworth and cricket in general and managed to get a list of the price she would charge to come and paint the club.

At 10.30 the teams assembled for a few official (and lots of unofficial) photos and game time was almost upon us. The 6 coaches from Kibworth had arrived as well as a number of friends and supporters who had made their own way down. Pedro had won the toss and elected to field. There were even patches of blue sky visible. OK one, there was one small patch of pale blue sky!

The score card for the game shows that we bowled Malden out for a pretty low score, and inside their allotted 45 overs. Their top order were no match for Amir in the prevailing conditions, and he took a magnificent 5 for 25 from 7.5 overs. They recovered well from 25 for 4 thanks mainly to Alan Cope's 47, but progress was slow, mainly thanks to Spiro's 6 overs for 6 runs, and 144 was never a testing enough target. Or so we imagined.

Sadly, when the drizzle that had flirted with the game in the later stages of the Malden innings decided to upgrade to serious rain just 3 overs into our reply, despite the fact that we were 9 for 2 at this point, it was the Malden skipper who felt his teams interests would be best served allowing play to be abandoned for the day and re-starting at a later date. I can understand his thinking; his best 3 bowlers were spinners who wouldn't have been happy bowling with a wet ball, and given another go at our bowling, he had to back his batters to do better next time. And with no good clear break in the dampness, no amount of gentle persuasion from Pedro or the umpires was gonna change his mind. Though of course we had to wait until there was officially insufficient time left for enough overs to constitute a game, which meant sitting around from 3 o'clock when we first stopped playing, until after 5.30.

My day in the Lord's scorebox was, as it had been on both my previous visits, most enjoyable. Andy and his various assistants and mates are endlessly amusing, making witty, knowledgeable and entertaining comments about all manner of cricketing subjects. They were interested enough to look the Kibworth ground up on Google Earth, and asked me about my experiences of scoring with Graham York, the LCCC scorer. They make it clear that the teams scorers are in charge and leave it to us to keep them informed about batting orders, bowling changes and fielders making efforts worthy of note on the hallowed Lord's scoreboard. but they guide and nurture very nicely, hinting when information is about to be required (like when Cope neared 50 they were confirming how many balls Maurice and I thought he'd faced) and generally making us feel comfortable. They make good coffee too. I left them with generous wishes for a happy 'retirement' and an invitation to come and visit any time I'd like.

The guys were obviously disappointed not to have been able to conclude the game at Lord's, but knew that it was better than having lost in a rain-wrecked slog. After a couple of drinks in the Tavern bar, we headed back to the hotel, and on the Cafe Rouge for our pre-booked post-match dinner. A rather more organised, and subdued affair than the 2007 version, we had a lovely meal and a good deal of cheerful banter before the lads headed off in taxis in search of a 'proper' night on the town.

After another yummy breakfast, the party began gathering for the 10.30am coach home, only for some hiccup with a faulty emergency exit to delay proceedings and we had to wait around for a couple of hours yet again before the journey back up the M1 began.

Tune in soon, to hear my experience of the replay at Southgate CC.

The main reason I've decided to start writing a blog is that from next month onwards I shall have a little more time on my hands, and I thought I'd try something different. I always believed it was the height of arrogance to think that other people would want to read your thoughts on anything, but this isn't necessarily the case, and it'll be up to me not to be boring, or no-one will read it whether I want them to or not!

You may well be asking why I'll suddenly have more time on my hands, and the reason is simply this: after 20 seasons of scoring for Kibworth Cricket Club's 1st XI , I'm giving up at the end of this season. I started scoring in 1989, and now, having completed 20 years I am finally (although not literally) handing in my pens. From the odd comments I've been getting around the place over the past few weeks, it would appear that word has got out about my impending departure from what is, after all, a pretty small world. The most common question, naturally I suppose, is why? And closely following the “why?” is “what are you going to do instead?”. It seemed natural, therefore, to try and address these questions as I commence my post-scoring life.

In response to the “why”, it's easier to list the reasons that don't apply:

• I haven't fallen out of love with cricket
• I haven't fallen out of love with scoring
• most importantly perhaps, I haven't fallen out of love with Kibworth Cricket Club (and I certainly won't be going off to score for anyone else, unless one of those occasional opportunities to score for a touring side at Grace Road comes along again)
• I'm not going off to have hoards of children, or even one, so anyone noting my recently expanding girth should be happy to know I've gone back on the diet
• I haven't lost the ability to see far enough or concentrate long enough for scoring (although I realise those days are closer than ever)
• it's not about the money
• I've not started a new job that means I need to work on Saturdays, I've always had one
• I'm not moving to Australia (more's the pity), or Scotland (ditto) as if I was, I'd probably find a club that needed a scorer so that I could meet some of the type of people I've always found and liked in my years at Kibworth
• Dave hasn't asked me to stop (in fact I think he's a bit worried about the impact it might have on his free time!) and
• it's not because, as with so many sports-folk, I'm looking to go out on top, because if that was the plan, I'd have either quit after we became National Club Champions at Lord's in 2004, or after we moved to our fantastic new ground in 2005 (or after I'd scored for my beloved Australia at Grace Road!)

OK, all those being true, maybe they don't help a lot in understanding my decision.
Being 1st XI scorer for a team as great and successful as Kibworth has been an incredible journey and, as almost as much as being a player, has required enormous commitment. You may not appreciate that in 2004, having got to the final of the National Club Championships (Cockspur cup), as well as playing virtually all of the County and League Cup matches that season, there was a game on all but about 3 weekend days of the season – so no days off from mid-April until almost the end of September. And other years can be almost as busy. It's a time-consuming sort of a game, cricket, and although this is most often pointed out by Americans who fail to see the beauty in a game which can fail to reveal a victor after 5 days of combat, this doesn't mean it's any less true!

In essence therefore, I'm giving up my commitment to scoring every weekend in order to try and fit some other things into my life before it's too late.

In 2 weeks time I shall celebrate, in a quiet modest way (probably at home) the 2nd anniversary of becoming the girlfriend of the wonderful Solly, and (fingers crossed) we'll be looking forward to spending the, albeit miniscule, profit from his flat sale and extra income that will arise on improving our home and investing in our future together. Anyone who knows me reasonably well knows that I waited a long time for Dave to come along, and as 4 days before our anniversary I will celebrate my 44th birthday I don't intend to miss any opportunities to enjoy time with him while I'm still able.

I don't really know about 'normal' folk, but there's a host of things i've got in mind, and although many of them could easily be crammed into the winter (given that my life plan of about a decade ago of living and scoring at Kibworth in the summer here and then moving to live and score in Australia every winter seems to have come to nought) I've realised that they, as well as my job, my health and my relationship probably need more care and attention than that.

Some of things I'm planning include the following:

• getting fit – we've finally got our Wii Fit now, and it's great fun and will no doubt be a boon in the cold and wet of an English winter (yeah, laugh, I was gonna put summer) but we've also decided one of our first buys will be a pair of bicycles on which to get fit and get about. And I may even get back into going to the gym once in a while to help me lose some weight
• watching cricket – not least because I'd miss all my favourite people and places if I didn't
• photography – both at and away from the cricket this is one of my most enjoyed pastimes and the chance to do it during more often is one I'm looking forward to most. I have several places where you can see my photos, my slideshow comes from my Flickr account, but I also post a lot of stuff on my Facebook page and I'm also a member of Nikonians where I go by the name Girl on Fire, and I post some of my more accomplished stuff on their pages, mostly the wildlife forums and in my gallery there. Feel free to check them out.
• sorting out the hundreds of photos I already have in my collections, both in print and digitally. I'm hoping to contribute a substantial and (with any luck) valuable collection of cricket photos from over the years to the KCC website, to go with the selection of books, including old scorebooks which I've already offloaded, um, I mean, passed on to the club :) I have some vague plans to produce a bit of a summary of the statistics from the Judi-years, but that may be a bit ambitious!
• travelling – I was never one for going away particularly, especially as a single woman without much confidence it was difficult to find places I was comfortable going to and enjoying, but now, with big brave Dave at my side and a little more time on my hands, the world, well the UK certainly will be my play ground...with my trusty Nikon D70 in my back pack!
• shopping – hey I am a girl after all and with all the other things I'll be doing, I'm certainly going to need more clothes and shoes
• visiting my folks (and Dave's) – let's be honest, not everyone gets to their 40's with both of their parents alive, let alone in good health, so I'd better make the most of mine while they're still around. My lovely dad in particular (and he's just turned 79) will be more than happy to see me turn up on a Friday evening and spend the weekend and not have to drive for a couple of hours there and back to spend the middle of a Sunday with me. And my fabulously talented nephew Rory (9) who is up in Newcastle is getting to be such great company to his auntie Judi....not to mention his adorable Scottish cousins Fergus and Sandy.
• decorating and generally working on the house, which, after several years of virtual neglect is in need of a good deal of tender loving care, a new kitchen, new bathroom, new windows, more storage, built-in wardrobes and, if I get my way a lovely new conservatory/extension on the back which will house our new dining and/or utility room as well as making a change in the back garden necessary.
• gardening – one of the worst things about spending so much time at the cricket in the summer is the lack of time it leaves me to spend in and on the garden which my lovely brother so beautifully designed and created for me – after all if the only days you get off in the cricket season are the days it's raining there isn't much gardening you can do!
• generally getting out and about to some of my favourite places which include zoos, the seaside and anywhere you can see and handle birds of prey
• dog walking, because, yeah, some time soon (probably once the extension/conservatory) has appeared, we are hoping to get ourselves at least one dog. If Dave's family has anything to do with it,we'll have a greyhound or a lurcher, and as I seem to be unable to decide (every time I see a dog the words “we could have one like that” seem to escape my lips almost without me noticing lol)
• because it's not something I've been very good at in the past 20 years, going out and enjoying myself and having friends round to my home. I think in the time I've lived in Kibworth (apart from for my house-warming and members of my family) I could count on the fingers of one hand the number of people I've invited here. Bad eh!

Well, until next time, when I'll bring you news of my experiences of the great Kibworth Cricket Club's third trip to Lords in 5 years, I'll say goodbye, and try and figure out where to announce that this has been posted so that you can find out about it.

Judi