It’s summer

The reason for the lack of posting is because…

Devon

It’s perishingly cold in the sea still, probably won’t warm up until August – but I might just dive in tomorrow. Impossibly brilliant beaches around here.

So – not a lot of time. News and developments on Sat or Sun…or more likely on Monday/Tuesday. Catch you then.

An Englishwoman in India, part three

Jenny Thompson

OK, so today, I’ve decided to give a flavour of some things non-cricket, just to make a change. I’m going to start with the beach, because I’ve always loved walking in the sand and swimming in the sea ever since I was a kid when my parents would spoil my brother and I by taking us abroad every year. In particular, I’ve always been spellbound by the reflection of the sun on the waves. I won’t try to be poetic about it – it will only end up too cheesy – buuuut, there I have to say there is something about the shifting identities of the beach: in the early morning, during the day and in the evening. All captivate me.

Even the beach in Juhu – the area I’m staying – is brilliant, though the usual residents say it’s too dirty and you can’t really swim in the sea. Sure beats living inland though, as I always have! As the only white person on the beach – and, ergo, the only one sitting in the sun, not the shade – I was instantly swamped by curious boys when I sat down to read a book. That’s OK. They soon got bored and I got on with book. So far, so could-be-anywhere.

Now, the beach in the evening is great – a funfair of whirling lights, with stalls selling fruit and jewelled bags. And maps. “You want a map of India? It has Bombay and Goa on it.” I swear – a man selling maps at midnight! On a beach! And for 1,000 rupees! (madness – a three-course meal costs 200 to 300)

I went there with my damn cool colleague Shinde – he’s my self-appointed Mumbai guide and resident dude – who introduced me to fresh coconuts. Maybe I’m coming to them a bit late in life, but hey. It’s all good.

Then we had curry – outdoors! still exciting! – and had our fortunes read in Hindi by a flashing robot who electronically spat out our futures into flashing headsets … There were also loads of cute, little monkeys on leashes (which is a bit mean, though, admittedly). One of the boys said he would make his monkey dance like Michael Jackson for us. We turned the offer down – a bit too cruel – although we had much fun guessing how exactly the little guy would move – and what his star turn would be. We settled on Black and White.

I related this in the office to George today and he told me that on some trains there are actual small boys – aged five or so – who paint monkey faces and prowl through the carriages imitating monkeys. Now this I would love to see.

I also know another thing – when I grow up I’m going to live by the beach.

Jenny is my colleage at Cricinfo. She drinks herbal tea, but apart from that we like her a lot

Cricket in Goa



Cricket in Goa, originally uploaded by Liska.

This shot had the potential to be bloody marvellous. In the end, it’s merely marvellous. Cricket in Goa.

Is there ‘owt better than beach cricket?

Is there ‘owt better than beach cricket?

Beach cricket

[via Mekon on Flickr]