Paul watched amused as
Trevor paced the twenty-two yard strip of ground that was the
village cricket pitch. He looked for all
the world like he knew what he was about.
“Bit green.”
“Well, uh, we don’t
exactly have a full-time ground staff. This isn’t Lords, ya know.”
Was he sounding defensive? The village of Littleborough was hardly
the centre of the cricketing world, and couldn’t run to a massive
cricket ground with first class facilities. Heck, they had to bribe
someone every week to cut the square and put the roller on the
pitch.
“Hmm.”
“What?” Paul was
definitely impatient now.
Trevor got up from his
knees after poking at the ground with a key. “Not bad.”
“Never knew you were such
an expert.” Sarcasm as well. Paul would have to watch himself.
Trevor was here on his i
