Game On!

The pitch has seen better days, but the players are still up for it.
We stepped out at a somewhat brisk pace this afternoon, trying (and failing) to get a run in between pouring rain, hailstones the size of sugar cubes and thunder and lightning.
I t didn't matter about getting wet though, twenty minutes exploring the hedge bottom around the field for interesting smells and half an hour running after 'throwy thing', and the boys were ready to become black cushions again; albeit damp, field smelling ones.