Arkadin 10th Anniversary Season, 2018

I’m delighted to announce that the two showpiece events of our 10th Anniversary Season will be:

A match Chateau de Thoiry CC, nr Paris (France), on Saturday 2 June.

A match against the MCC Women’s Academy at Caterham on Saturday 21 July.

We have one space left for the June tour to France (two nights) and a long list of players for the MCC game already.  Our other fixtures so far are:

A T20 against KMPG on Thursday 21 June.

Arkadin Lions v Arkadin Rest of the World (T20) on Thursday 26 July.

Details and appointments will follow nearer the start of the season.

Salutamos Mores


Julien Allen, Cpt, Arkadin CC






Happy Christmas and best wishes for 2018 to all Arkadians

Gentlemen (and ladies) of Arkadin

I want to wish you all a very happy Christmas and the best of health and prosperity for the New Year 2018.

Next year sees our 10th anniversary, which is a proud achievement for any serious wandering cricket club these days and I’m delighted to say we have some exciting plans to celebrate it.

We have a fixture lined up against The MCC Women’s Academy, which is a team made up of the most promising female players in the country – all on track for England – on Saturday 21st July at Caterham. This was organized with the kind help of Danni Warren, head of Middlesex cricket and MCC women. I am very much looking forward to hearing your Facebook boasts about our margin of victory. This will be a public event with some activities and possibly some sponsorship, so please bring all your families so they can watch you very much beat – and not at all lose to – the girls.

We are also in the process of organizing a Tour to Paris, France with two fixtures lined up. More to come on this. In the meantime our fixtures against KPMG and Clayesmore are safe as well as a trip to Highclere for those in the mood for Earl-based antics. A magnificent season in prospect.

No season-closing dinner this year, but instead a season opener in May 2018. Watch this space!

Here is a photo of an Ashes cricket party in happier times. Decent effort John Crawley and Ray Illingworth, I must say. Not so much Angus Fraser. And Hick and DeFreitas really should have considered covering up a bit more.

And for our Antipodean friends, a touching exchange of presents from two extremely popular legends of the game.

All the very best



Cpt, Arkadin CC


Arkadin British & Irish Lions v Arkadin Rest of the World – Match Report

Rare example of “happy teapot” from Jonny Lee – victorious captain of the awkwardly named Arkadin British & Irish Lions


Match played at Dulwich Sports Ground, Turney Road, Dulwich.  Rest of the World won the toss and elected to field.  British & Irish Lions – 110 all out (Norris 24, Smith A 30, Lee 20, Freedlander 3-12, Price 2-8). Rest of the World – 101 all out (Barker 31, Qureshi 28, Smith 2-4).  British & Irish Lions won by 10 runs. Man of the Match: Anthony Smith


A delightful combination of slate grey skies and a somewhat tetchy groundsman awaited us at the Dulwich Sports Ground at 6pm as we arrived.  As the rain came down, Chuckle brothers Joe Cotterell and Tom Cotterell (both Gloucestershire) arrived late, the latter looking like a bedraggled puppy who was wondering what the Hell he had agreed to turn up for.

When the covers finally came off at 6.45, the pitch was dry and the Rest of the World took the field, with Lions debutant (and local boy) Simon Norris (Northants) clipping Cape Town’s Matt Friedlander (RSA) through the off side with some ease (though he did play and miss a number of his 75mph deliveries too), while Hampshire’s normally laconic Gerald Waterfall opened his shoulders from the other end against Durban’s Mark Price (RSA) cudgeling four boundaries in two overs. Price snared his man, though, pouching a skier of his own bowling as Waterfall tried one too many shots. This brought Joe Cotterell gingerly to the crease, muttering to anyone who could get within earshot something to the effect of: “can the Saffer not bowl, please?” seemingly ignorant of the fact that ROW’s first three bowlers were all Saffers. The third, Zed Jameson – also on debut – was spanked for a big six by Norris but almost immediately struck back, snaring him for 24, caught by Marr (Aus) in the ring.

Matt Freidlander, seen here bowling for Ashtead CC in the Surrey Championship Premier League

Then a very fine piece of cricket saw the end of Cotterell: an outswinger from Price (Arkadin’s most capped front-line bowler) took a thick edge (Cotterell did well to reach it, considering he wasn’t actually sure who he was at the time) and Barker pouched the regulation slip catch, to his evident glee. Regrettably for the ROW this brought Surrey’s Anthony Smith to the crease. Smith had arrived at the ground first that evening, wearing the original Arkadin hoodie and a limited edition original Arkadin cap (of which there are only five still in existence) but which hadn’t been dusted down since 2014. Promptness and proper attire were not Anthony’s only attributes on show that evening. He stroked a six over long on with consummate ease, amidst a flotilla of firmly struck fours all around the wicket, with Marr his principal victim. When questioned about his cricket by the fielders, Smith just looked wide-eyed and said he hadn’t played for two years and didn’t know what was happening. Which wasn’t remotely annoying. He eventually retired for 25. He was supported in his endeavours by Essex’s Danny Buttleman, one of the few players involved in the game who understood that there were runs everywhere and that as it was fifteen overs a side, it was probably a good idea to take them. Lions skipper Jonathan Lee replaced Smith and looked fairly imperious, tucking into Trent Smith and Marr until a magical over from Friedlander accounted for Lee, Buttleman and Slone (first ball) all bowled with their stumps out of the ground. Slone looked particularly forlorn as he often wont to do during cricket matches, but the deliveries in question would have done for pretty much anyone on the field that day: it was a magical piece of cricket which left everyone on the Rest of the World team wondering aloud what would have happened to the Lions innings if Friedlander had bowled at the stumps in his first two overs. The last pair for the Lions, seen-it-all-before old pros Gloucesterhire’s Tom Cotterell and Leinster’s Alan Synnott saw the innings through before Arnfield bowled Synnott with a pearl and a brief return cameo from Smith ended when he was castled all ends up by Barker for 30 (almost as if someone up there somewhere was granting Barker his every wish).


Not the plan! – ROW danger man and Arkadin Player of the Season Archie Marr bowled by Smith for 0

Then disaster struck for the Rest of the World, in the shape of Anthony Smith and Gerald Waterfall‘s fucking dibbly-dobbly swing bowling which tore the absolute throat out of the Rest of the World’s top order. First, big-hitting danger man Archie Marr, bowled clean for 0, then Waterfall induced an edge from “we-expected-a-bit-more” Friedlander (14 first class matches for Boland and Cambridge UCCE, scoring 81 against Eastern Province at Port Elizabeth) for another duck, well held by Lions gloveman Norris. Smith’s second (and ROW’s third duck) was Adelaide’s Trent Smith, caught behind as well; it was 5 for 3 and the British & Irish Lions had complete command of the game. At the other end, patiently watching his companions surrender, was Shaks Qureshi. He’d sat in the Pakistani cabinet for two years (Minister of Finance and Industry for the People’s Party), so he’d seen a fair few catastrophes and wasn’t minded to panic. He continued to nurdle the bowling around until he felt it was time to open up, whereupon he duly did, despatching Synnott for six over long on and cuffing Slone to the square leg boundary in successive balls.

Arkadin co-founder and ROW tail-ender Barker, exiled in Abu Dhabi, batted like he’d never been away.

Watchful Australian left-hander Arnfield played a fine supporting role and while ROW were always behind the eight-ball, this pair kept them in touch. Lusty hitting from Berry, Price and particularly Jameson (with a massive six over long off, arguably shot of the day in a crowded field) took us within 36 of the total as Arkadin co-founders Barker and Allen were united at the crease in a seemingly lost cause. Barker then smashed thirteen off the first (his Durham university colleagues Lee and Cotterell J had come in for above average punishment) and all of a sudden Lions skipper Lee‘s complexion started to seem a bit paler. But it was too much to ask; and frankly the Lions were too good, particularly in the field with Buttleman and Tom Cotterell excelling. Despite some comic antics at the end with Norris – impeccable with the gloves up to that point – dropping Allen then not running him out (as he was so certain of his demise he had walked) the ROW fell ten short. A mention for one superlative piece of cricket amongst many: the catch by Synnott to get rid of Berry, as remarkable for the dexterity shown by the catcher as for the celebration by the bowler, Slone, who behaved like he had just strangled a murderous paedophile, putting an end to his reign of terror.

Arkadin ROW skipper Allen beaten all ends up by a devilish Tom Cotterell delivery. Keeper Norris tidies up.

A convivial evening then was brought to a close with a barbecue and three bottles of Alfred Gratien Champagne as well as lashings of beer. Some old acquaintances were renewed and new ones made. We mourned absent friends, Nick Pontt, Ben Clark and others. A few memories of Arkadin trips of old (Oxford, Eton, Clayesmore) were rekindled and we made our way into the night.

Cotterell J (0 and 0-11); Allen J (4*); Barker K (31 and 1-12)
Lee J (20 and 1-11); Berry C (7)
Cotterell J (0 and 0-11); Cotterell T (7* and 2-10); Synnott A (0 and 1-27)




Gentlemen of Arkadin

Our itinerary for our Dorset trip two weeks today (Wednesday 12th July):



Congregate at the Heston Blumenthal Popham Little Chef (Drayton, Barton Stacey SO21 3NF) at the mouth of the A303 for Olympic Breakfasts.



Leave for Clayesmore School, Iwerne Minster, Blandford DT11 8LL



Match against The Clayesmore Cormorants CC starts. We bat first and knock up 300. Then we roll their sorry west country arses. Exceptional lunch and tea are both served on the lawn.



Match ends. Rendez-vous at the Talbot Arms after a brief Champagne presentation.



Accommodation has been made available at Devine Boarding House, Iwerne Minster DT11 8NF.  So far, myself, Joe, Paul, Chris and Gerry have said we are staying over. Please shout if you would like to stay over and I will get you a bed.

Thursday 13th


Golf at Ashley Wood GC at 10.10am: Julien, Joe, Chris, Paul already signed up. Anyone else, let me know.

Match Fee

£25, plus £10 for accommodation.



Julien Allen
Captain, Arkadin CC

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KPMG CC v Arkadin CC – match report

Match (T20) played at Dulwich Sports Ground. KPMG CC won the toss and elected to bat. KPMG CC – 148 for 8. Arkadin CC: 149 for 5 (Lee J 88). Arkadin CC won by 5 wickets.


Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.


– Alfred, Lord Tennyson: The Charge of the Light Brigade


Like Cardigan’s army, the brave cavalrymen of Arkadin were not given a prayer against the guns of KPMG on this warm June evening in South London. A rejigged and patched up Arkadin eleven, reeling from heavy, late casualties: in memoriam Corporals Cotterell and Synnott of the Irish Guards, both of whom had deserted us for a lesser, Marylebone-based club; RIP Major Buttleman and Gunner Price, who fell victim to the domestic requirements of ‘half term’ shore leave (these military metaphors are coming undone already – Ed.) and, sadly, valete last year’s 4-wicket hero Lieutenant Waterfall, fallen himself, at the hurdle of “a mate coming to see me for a night out in London”. Onward, half a league onward, rode the six hundred (well, ten of us…plus our promisingly named ringer, Dilshan, who was donated by the other side for the evening) but unlike the doomed Light Brigade at Balaclava…we prevailed! With an over to spare.

This now happily annual fixture against the offshoring, HMRC-dodging one-percenters of KMPG, is the brainchild of Chris Berry, proud Arkadian and possessor of some of the weakest chat ever heard on a field of play. An example:

to cover fielder: “Paddy can’t hit it off the square, so stay close in.”

Paddy effortlessly caresses the next ball through extra cover for four

– “Okay, Paddy can hit it off the square, but he’s just not very consistent with when he’s doing that.”

collective groans from entire KPMG team

What we can give Chris credit for though, is organizing a very decent game of cricket AND staying very bright and chirpy despite his heavily-backed outfit absolutely Theresa Maying the whole thing up.

Having lost the toss, the steady seam of Jonny Lee and Dilshan opened up the bowling for Arkadin, largely in a defensive effort, to minimize the impending carnage from the KPMG openers (“Wild” Bill Holland and Eugene from Grease). Mission accomplished: a combination of gentle outswing from Lee and a slowish pitch prevented KPMG from getting off to anything that could remotely be described as a flyer. Lee bowled Eugene from Grease with one which nipped back and pierced his otherwise technically perfect defences. Then Bill went after our first change seamer Stephen “The Axeman” Hunter, spanking two length balls straight back at the bowler, who dropped both. (Hunter deserves praise not only for creating the chances in the first place, but also for not raising our expectations by looking like he was ever going to hold onto them). He eventually snared his man though, beautifully caught by Paddy Arnfield, diving, one-handed on the midwicket boundary. Wild Bill – always somehwhat put out when scoring less than 150 – politely asked the question of the umpires as to whether Paddy’s arm was on the boundary rope when he pouched it, but thought better of pursuing that line of enquiry once he’d seen the beginnings of the blaze of sanguinary controversy which threatened to ensue. [For the record, Dilshan (who let’s remember was “one of them”) was standing right there and he was clear that no part of Paddy’s body went near the boundary rope. The smile on his face as he confirmed this was a little disconcerting but we’ll let that pass.]

As batsmen came and went with the regularity of nil tax returns from the KPMG post room (Lee grabbing two more scalps in his four-over spell), the highest strike rate on display was ” sundries”: a bountiful cluster of no-balls and wides offered up by the rusty Arkadian attack, each counting for two runs. Nigel Slone bowled two overs as tidy as my youngest daughter’s bedroom (she’s pretty OCD) while seamers Paddy Arnfield, Trent Smith and George Dowson showed excellent promise, with their steady repeatable actions and solid seaming technique, frustrating the book-cookers who were looking to press on. Jacob Gilkes bowled an over of what could cautiously be described as leg-spin, during which time seemed to stand still and the entire planet seemed to fall off its axis. Once this bewildering, hellish vortex had ended, the scorebook showed that there were eight deliveries and sixteen runs scored: not nearly sufficient to adequately describe this veritable event horizon of an over, which really defies objective analysis and about which I shall say no more (except to remark that Jacob generously suggested that a single over was, probably, all things considered, enough).

The ruthless traitor Paul “Edward Snowden” McKechnie came in for the opposition at five, looked very smooth as always, but was run out by a tracer bullet throw from Dilshan at square leg for just one run, which made us feel a bit sorry for him for about three seconds. Archie Marr, having fully recovered from last year’s elbow surgery, span the ball sharply and bowled a tight line, all of which kept a firm lid on the potential onslaught which was threatening to explode at any moment. At this point, I think everyone present would also like to thank Archie for bringing along a supporter (named Lily) who was not only the most charming company, but also showed bewildering levels of interest in the game: an extremely rare and very welcome occurrence.

Late in the order for KPMG, came a man who shall only be known – largely because I never thought to ask his name, which was probably Cobus or Faff or something – as “The Saffer”. Just from the way he wielded his weapon, one could sense the potential for heavy damage. He negotiated an over from Allen (manifestly the slowest bowler he had ever faced) before tucking into Marr in the final over and spoiling Archie’s hitherto impeccable figures like a particularly plentiful splash of bird guano on a newly polished E-Type Jag. KPMG’s innings closed on 148.

“The Saffer” would return during the Arkadian innings, his tussle with Jonny Lee providing the fascinating centre piece of the match, giving everyone else on the field the rather misleading impression that they were actually taking part in a proper game of cricket. The Saffer immediately announced his intentions (and considerable wheels) with two 70mph snorters, bravely kept out by Arnfield. Lee then kept out a vicious yorker of his own, before glancing a stray one to the long leg fence. Game on. What followed was a succession of thrusts and parries (steady on, innuendo-lovers) between two very fine cricketers. The Saffer responding to each forcing shot from Lee by tucking him up or imposing a false stroke thereafter. A climactic moment in the skirmish came when the Saffer pointedly moved third man into the leg side, only for Lee to open the face of the bat and guide the next ball to the vacant third man boundary: almost ungentlemanly conduct. Chris Berry sought to profit from the Saffer’s parsimony at the other end with his succession of what he called “doosras” (very straight slow balls which grew little knees, dropped down upon them and positively BEGGED to be laminated for six) some of which bamboozled Lee so completely that he offered two catches to Eugene from Grease who, for the good of the match, dutifully shelled them. [He would gain his revenge by running Lee out for 88 with three overs to go, forcing a squeaky-bum time ending to the contest.]


Paddy Arnfield got us off to a positive start.

Aussie Openers Trent Smith and Paddy Arnfield had done us proud with a positive start never letting the KPMG-ers settle into a rythmn. Having moved to 39, with 110 to score off 12, Jonny Lee was joined at the wicket by Dan Hyde, who hadn’t walked onto a cricket field in 22 years, but it didn’t show. Actually let’s be honest, it did show. But he still did bloody well, 17*, negotiating one thunderbolt from the Saffer before hitting one of their seamers for six over square leg. His support for Lee as the latter opened his shoulders was invaluable. Dilshan perished for 0, looking to disrobe one short delivery from KPMG’s opener only for it to clip a bail on its way past him. Thus it fell to Stephen “The Axeman” Hunter and Archie Marr to score the fifteen needed from two overs, and the Axeman obliged – releasing the pressure with a powerfully struck cut shot and a handsome drive – taking us past their total with a handful of deliveries to spare.

As the sun set over the trees, a barbecue dinner was served with jugs of beer and the players congregated outside the pavilion for an al fresco post mortem. I’m sure all those present would agree that if anyone knows of a better way to spend a summer evening with your clothes on than the way the twenty two men (and one woman) of KPMG and Arkadin spent yesterday evening, then do keep your description of it brief, because we won’t believe you.

Sincere thanks to Chris Berry for devising the fixture and organizing the facilities. Please don’t read too much into the levels of obvious disrespect being displayed here. We love you and we love KPMG. Until next year!


Nothing awkward about this handshake at all…

Salutamos Mores



This one is going into the next f**king postcode


NB: some of the statistics quoted below are approximate.

A crack team of Arkadian mercenaries assembled in Dulwich last night for a superb game of T20 against the evil offshore tax avoidance specialists and occasional cricketers of KPMG, finished off in the gloaming with Arkadin needing 6 off the last ball but falling agonizingly short.  Losing the toss with bad light scheduled for 8.15pm was the second worst thing Allen did all day, after demanding everyone wear white then turning up to the game with not one single suitable item of clothing to wear on a cricket field.

The heart of any well-connected Arkadian  will have sunk lower than Simon Danczuk’s reputation at the first sight of “Wild” Bill Holland, scourge of Highclere, opening the innings for KMPG. Six overs in, they had 142 on the board and we needed a miracle of the Jesus Christ variety, as opposed to one by Derren Brown which wouldn’t do.  Cometh the hour, cometh the man: Arkadian stalwart Alan Synnott, whose two ‘warm up’ overs had gone for 39 and 43 respectively. He displayed the class and resilience of a real competitor, promptly despatching both openers, including Bill, foxed and bamboozled (hard to do both at once – he’s a multitasker) by one that danced and spat, caught clean by a nonchalant Pup at lazy mid on without breaking stride (because he couldn’t).  The other poor fellow, stumped Allen: one more desperate soul for the roll call of shame.

The game was now well and truly afoot.  We began to turn the screw as neo-Arkadian Chris Berry, KPMG captain, beard-flexer and the only man ever to be turned down by the Australian paralympics team for being “just too paralympic”, came in at 4, reducing the overall run rate by 2,300%. Gerald Waterfall drilled home his steady medium pacers with the precision of someone who hadn’t bothered to warm up, while Synnott rediscovered the majesty of his Arkadian pomp at the other end with that rarest of appearances at a T20, a maiden. A few streaky blows by KPMG tax return fiddlers and some truly nugatory fielding efforts meant the runs still came, but it looked at one stage that we were at least going to keep them to under 500 for their 20 overs.

Joe Cotterell, perhaps unaware that he would need to come out and bat in the dark, took five minutes to set his field before bowling a 33mph head high beamer which got laminated for four by a KPMG batsman who had only taken up cricket fifteen minutes before the match started.  Joe later settled down to a good rythmn and snared another clueless shylock with a genuine leg break which actually hit the deck before taking out the middle stump.  The fact that it pitched a couple of centimetres in front of the stump is really neither here nor there.

Then Mark Price arrived. Which was nice.

The book-cookers’ last pairing, including Arkadian blood traitor Paul McKechnie (whose leg-glance for six was a highlight) traded a few bustling singles and fruity blows, closing on 488. Quite a task for Arkadin, then, but greatly assisted by the use of a pink ball for our innings, half of which was played out in the sort of light which would have a Chilean miner politely suggesting to the umpires that this really was getting a bit much.  Star man Danson cuffed a couple of early length balls to the fence, then top bats Lee and Clark settled down into a veritable underground orgy of painful punishment spankings. KPMG haven’t chased so much leather since they had to bailiff the Backstreet Bar in Mile End for not paying their accounting bill. Lee’s exquisite off- and cover-driving was matched only by Pup’s corn-fed cross-bat power-blasting over long on.

Then Arkadian opening batsman and all round great bloke Paddy Armfield (umpiring, by now) decided he had had enough of watching Lee bat, so he triggered his sorry arse like a cold hooked fish and sent him back, which – now bear with me here – was a really good move if you think about it, because it made it into a really close game which everyone could enjoy…so we’re all totally cool with this, right?  Luckily Joe Cotterell and Richard “Creepy” Crowley were on hand to keep the rate going, Joe with a succession of flicks and glances out of the Dermot Reeve playbook and Creepy rediscovering the look of a long haired, loose-shirted Ian Botham and caning the holy living fuckoons out of anything vaguely small pink and spherical which came his way.  Solid support from Nigel (disgusted with his own performance, as all great players are) and Mark Price…oh, hi Mark, you made it? – and above all, an exquisite cameo by Jim “don’t call me Si” Howells, who vaporized two late ones over cow corner, ensured Arkadin got as close as dammit to the total but needing 6 off the last three balls, from which we scored the rather more decisive figure of 0.

A thoroughly good time was had by all, except Paddy, of course, who will take his decision to the grave.

Post scriptum: if anyone else OTHER than Joe needs a lift next time, please say so. Joe whined all the way down about “mincing around in a gay car” and “looking like cnuts”, then accepted a lift in a fucking Datsun Sunny to get home, without so much as a by your leave.

Post post scriptum: many thanks to Chris Berry, Bill and all the lads at KPMG for hosting us so well.  We look forward to seeing you again next year.  And some of you in Arkadin colours too…

Post post scriptum: we’re playing Hampstead on 4 September. Sign up.

Venues for 2016

Cape Town
The inspiration for this picture gallery is Newlands in Cape Town, where England are playing South Africa in the second Test. Where else can you play cricket with Table Mountain and a brewery in the background?
Kapi'olani Park, Honolulu
Hands up if you’d fancy a game of cricket here? Matt Barrett writes: “Kapi’olani Park, home of Honolulu Cricket Club, is a great ground suitable for cricket all 12 months of the year. And after the cricket Waikiki beach is only a few minutes walk away.” Sounds brilliant.
Dharamsala, India
How about this for one of the most attractive grounds in world cricket? Colin Grant sent us this picture of the international cricket ground in Dharamsala, India, in the foothills of the Himalayas
Wormsley Cricket Club
A little closer to home is Wormsley Cricket Club, which was the creation of US-born billionaire Sir Paul Getty. We’re sure you’ll agree it’s one of the most beautiful English backdrops
Audley End, Essex
Steve W tweeted: “As far as picturesque cricket grounds go, you do not need to look any further than Audley End in Essex.” Agree? We suspect there are plenty of balls which have been lost in that lake
Bude, Cornwall
It must get pretty blustery at this cricket ground, which stands proudly at the top of the cliffs in Bude, Cornwall
Spout House CC
Imagine bowling 25 overs unchanged from that end! Mark Thomas emailed: “Maybe not the best, but one of the most amazing is Spout House CC in Bilsdale, N Yorks. Recreated from a farmer’s field each year for the last 150 and with a slope so severe it makes Lord’s look like a billiard table. Prince Harry was bowled by a 12 year-old there and WG Grace was out first ball to the local blacksmith. And it’s achingly pretty too.”
The famous tree at Canterbury has made a captain’s fielding positions during Kent matches slightly more complicated since 1847
Valley of the Rocks
Cricketers from Devon might recognise this ground in the Valley of the Rocks…
Cholmondeley Cricket Club
Never mind the natural beauty of Cholmondeley Cricket Club in Cheshire… what about this for a forward defensive? Great stride.
Bamburgh Cricket Club
James Quinlan sent in this stunning image of Bamburgh Cricket Club in Northumberland. The hosts have made this ground their fortress in recent seasons…
Like cricket and plane spotting? You really should get yourself to Queenstown in New Zealand…
Singapore Cricket Club
Surely even master blaster Chris Gayle would struggle to clear the skyscrapers dotted around Singapore Cricket Club?
Portchester Castle, Hampshire
Portchester Castle in Hampshire takes some beating for scenery. Castle? Tick. Fort walls? Tick. The sea? Tick. Yachts? Tick.
Basin Reserve, Wellington
The Basin Reserve in Wellington is one of the more quaint Test grounds in international cricket. You’d get a decent view from the houses built on the hillside.
Sedbergh School, Cumbria
“Rather nice.” That’s how Martin South describes Sedbergh School in Cumbria. It’s hard to disagree
Bandipur in Nepal
Bhokraj Gurung is a huge fan of cricket, street-style, in Bandipur, Nepal
Milton Abbey School
A grand pavilion, immaculate outfield and a backdrop of rolling hills, Milton Abbey School ticks plenty of boxes
Children playing cricket in Galle
Oliver Doward took this just outside Galle Stadium. Spot the real cow at cow corner
Arundel Castle
Arundel Castle – so picturesque it could have come straight out of a fairytale
St Moritz
Cricket, Swiss style. “It may be a bit cold but this is how we do it in St Moritz,” says Josh Thompson
Cricket match in Chitral
A touring team takes on the locals in Chitral, northern Pakistan. Thanks to Iqbal for sending this in
Test Match game
The prize for the most nostalgic suggestion goes to Gerard Ross: “Living room carpet in 1980, watched by a crowd of my dad.” What better way to end the slideshow?