Cricket, and then, not cricket

Mr HH used to play cricket. Every week. Home and away. Wow, weren't we lucky on the away days when he departed on a Saturday at 10.15am only to return at 8pm?!

He has retired thankfully. However, his friend organised a 20/20 today and he was dragged, kicking and screaming from his retirement, to perform at the crease once more.

He got one run.

Afterwards... the beer flowed as it does on these occasions, the sun occasionally had its hat on, and the young farmers amongst us rolled out the barrel to test the physical and the psychological.

Here is Eldest Daughter, knocking the opposition out of the park with her barrel rolling skills.

P.S. The downside of being the only capable photographer is no one captured my winning effort. JUST SAYING!!