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Ventnor,
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THE INAUGURAL TOUR
The May Bank
Holiday weekend saw the realisation of many years' pondering when we
went
on a long weekend tour of the Isle Of Wight. We nearly
didn't make it to the ferry at Portsmouth though as the heavy Bank Holiday traffic accumulated on the A3
tied us up at the notorious Hindhead traffic lights for the best par of an hour.
Once settled in our hotel in Ventnor, preliminary explorations led us to the Mill Bay Tavern,
frequented by local cricketers AND decked out with decent beer. We'd quickly
stumbled upon our surrogate
local and thus were equipped to survive the weekend. An on to the
cricket for, oh yes, it was what we were there for after all! A few of our
antics are in the photos below - click each for a larger version, or see the
1993 gallery page for
descriptions.
As with many parts
of the cricketing country Saturday is league cricket day, so local teams were
otherwise engaged up. Thankfully, we'd managed to tie up with Merton Saints,
also touring that week, and organised to borrow Godshill's ground, as they were
away that week. Once we'd stretched their green rubber mat across the concrete
strip - an interesting exercise as a foot of concrete remained exposed at one end
- play started on time in spite of the gathering heavy skies. Merton managed to
finish their innings before the rain got too heavy, washing out further play
after tea. The pitch for Sunday's game against Havenstreet was interesting
with a bit of variable bounce. The outfield contained areas of longer grass,
gripping the ball and denying us a boundary on occasion, and overall lower scores
all round. Monday's match
against the Island Bakeries cricket team took place on another artificial strip
(this time similar to ours) in the grounds of
a large, posh residence overlooking the boats bobbing up and down on
Southampton Water. Flat and fast, you'd be forgiven for thinking there would be assistance
provided to
our bowlers, allowing them feel more at home, but it wasn't to be. Missed chances and some less than
satisfactory
fielding lost us that game although it has to be said that, being the third
match in
as many days, we were probably just a weeny bit tired.
With
evenings spent down our temporary Ventnor local with a trip to Colonel Bogeys'
nightclub thrown in for good measure, an extremely enjoyable weekend was had by
all concerned, and the template for future tours was born, one trashed hotel
room notwithstanding. Arriving back at Portsmouth however, it wasn't quite all
over. The gang diverted to a local facing the Solent for a match - a Sumo
wrestling match of all things - between Duncan Perry and Beefy Turner, both
suitably adorned with towels for that touch of authenticity. And touched we may
all have been viewed as by locals and holidaymakers alike!
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