Saturday, 29 June 2013

Smallhythe at home, for the shield, they won (again)

Mark, Garth, and Luke in the foreground. In the background, the skipper prepares for his speech.

I know Nobby and Robin are big guys, but those brick piers seems to be deflecting alarmingly. 
Robin prepares to head off with that shield. Or give a rendition of 'Mule Train' [Google it].

Smallhythe stand entranced by their captain. Those shadows were shorter when he started.

Robin catches one of 'em slipping off, or dozing off.

Looking back from the Atha, the sun sets over the Down.

I did offer to help him across the road. He mumbled something about glass hamstrings and liabilities.

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