Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Season

Nottinghamshire v Leicestershire, Trent Bridge, 1st April 2016 & Warwickshire v Worcestershire, 5th April 2016 (both pre-season friendlies)

Some lines that have often come to mind, as I have looked around at my companions while watching County cricket, are Larkin’s “I know this is paradise / Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives” (from ‘High Windows’).  Not, as for Larkin, unlimited, guilt-free sexual congress (far from it), but the ability, after too many years tethered to a workplace, to watch cricket every Summer’s day for the rest of their lives.

I now find that I have, not unexpectedly, if a little prematurely, attained that paradise, having retired (or, strictly speaking, having been retired, like David Beckham’s football shirt).  Having reached it, though, I am slightly wary that it will turn out to be something of a fool’s paradise.  Part of the attraction of a day at the cricket for me has always been the feeling that I am on holiday, and, recently in particular, that I am on holiday when I ought to be at work, and now, of course, I have no work.

I can assuage this feeling a little by assiduously catching up on the gardening (or, for that matter, by writing this) on the days when I am not at the cricket, and suspect it is probably wise to build up slowly from two or three days a week, but, no doubt, by the end of the season, I shall have attained full badgerhood, and will find myself eagerly scanning the internet for news of one last Notts Academy game at Wellbeck Colliery before the Autumn sets in.

One sign that I haven’t yet fully transitioned is that I’ve passed up the opportunity to watch all but two days of this season’s pre-season friendlies, one at Trent Bridge and one at Edgbaston (the real hardcore will have already put in a solid three weeks cocooned in Gore-Tex and fleece by the time the County Championship begins next week).

Trent Bridge is a venue that I have often visited and have often written about in glowing terms.  Of all the Test-hosting grounds I’ve visited it best pulls off the difficult trick of being both grand and homely, of combining the traditional and the contemporary and of feeling as well-suited to County cricket as the bigger occasions.  It has about the best place I know to watch cricket on a fine day (the Radcliffe Road stand) and one of the best on a cold one – the interior of the Pavilion, which is cosy without being stuffy and has a sense of history, without allowing that history to become too much of a weight.

Trent Bridge Pavilion

(While there, I managed inadvertently to photograph, and later made the acquaintance of, Tony Hutton, a stalwart of the Northern circuit and one of the authors of the excellent blog “Cricket History of Calderdale and Kirklees“, which I would advise you to seek out and follow.  He is not the Rastafarian in the foreground, by the way.)

Edgbaston is as near to my home as Nottingham, but I had never been there before Tuesday, and I’m not sure I’m in any great hurry to go back, unless, perhaps, it was for a Test Match.  Whereas Trent Bridge seems to belong to Nottinghamshire CCC, who allow it to be used for Tests, Edgbaston makes no bones about primarily a Test Match stadium, with the Birmingham Bears a close second and Warwickshire a poor third.

Its architect seems to have been a man with one big idea – that you can never have too much reinforced concrete – and that, if you don’t like naked concrete, you can always paint it bright blue.


Whereas Trent Bridge has kept its venerable pavilion and built the ground in harmony around it, Edgbaston seems to have erased any trace of its past, except for its “iconic” score box and, perhaps, this bear, clinging for dear life to its ragged staff to avoid getting swept away by the Winds of Change howling around the ground.

Bear and Ragged Staff

They are, I’m told, in the process of developing the ground (presumably to make it even bigger and more packed with reinforced concrete) and, perhaps as a result of this, the concourse around the ground is currently an extraordinary shantytown of tumbledown bars and fast food outlets, weedy waste ground and, in an unusual touch, a small evangelical church around the back of the R.E.S. Wyatt Stand.  In fact, the whole place is such a mixture of brutalism and edgelands that I wouldn’t have been too surprised to have spotted some earnest young man with a beard and tattoos tapping out a Tumblr about it.

But this is, I confess, a superficial impression, formed in unpropitious circumstances.  County cricket supporters are hardy organisms who, like lichen, can thrive in apparently inhospitable terrain and, if I became used to the ground, I’m sure I could, in time, carve out some homely niche for myself there.   In fact, when the sun came out briefly in the late afternoon I could picture the particular concrete terrace I was sitting in as the surrounds of a seaside lido, and the executive boxes as beach huts, the Members picking their way gingerly down to the pitch in their swimming costumes, shoes and towels in hand.  But that would have to be much later in the Summer, when Gore-Tex and fleece are but a distant memory.

As is usually the case in these games, the cricket itself was fairly negligible (their main purpose seems to be to reacclimatise the players to the English weather after their earlier pre-season warm-ups in Barbados or Dubai).  Both Bell and Trott (whom I had been wanting to see) were out before I arrived at Edgbaston, and it is no news that batsmen of the quality of James Taylor (seen here sizing up the opposition),

Taylor and Wells

Sam Hain or even Laurie Evans are not likely to be troubled by the second string attacks of Second Division Counties. The regulations allowed them to retire when they reached around 55 and they all seized the opportunity with some alacrity.  We should all be so lucky, eh readers?

A feature of Trent Bridge is that the doors to the pavilion have small portholes cut into them, to allow the gatemen to see when a player needs to be let back in.  I thought I would try to record the view through one, but all I seem to have photographed is air and light.

Window at Trent Bridge

How did that Larkin poem end again?

………………………… and immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:

The sun-comprehending glass,

And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows

Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.





6 thoughts on “Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Season

  1. Always important to take a good book to the cricket… I think a summer watching the venerable summer game and reading poetry would indeed be paradise. And don’t forget the odd afternoon nap, when there’s not much happening…


    • Thanks for dropping by, Tim, and thanks for your comment. I always take something to read to County matches & I think most people do, or, if not a book, their knitting, puzzle book or whatever keeps them amused. I don’t find the average County game compels constant attention. I don’t suppose people read much at T20 games – would have to be a very slim volume if they did.


  2. I won’t labour the point (as I’ve probably mentioned it before), but I regard you as a very lucky man, assuming that you can get by without the job.

    And, if this is the standard of writing you’re going to produce, then all the better. The line about lichen is shortlisted for Wisden 2017 already.

    I haven’t been to Edgbaston for years but never liked it much, while Trent Bridge is simply one of the best grounds in the world.


  3. Thanks, Brian – your support much appreciated as always. Yes, I am lucky, though at the moment I feel a little like an animal released into the wild after years of captivity that isn’t quite sure what to do with itself. I’m sure that’ll pass.
    I certainly hope to do a lot more writing, and I’d hope having more time will improve the quality, if only because I’ll have more time to edit what I’ve written before publishing it.
    I do feel a little guilty about having a go at Edgbaston. I know from experience that there’s nothing more annoying than having some smart-aleck turn up at your home ground, make a few superficial wisecracks and bugger off again. It happens often enough at Grace Road.
    I suppose the pity of it is that Warwickshire (as opposed to Birmingham) is a beautiful county and must have plenty of grounds that would be ideal for Championship cricket, leaving Edgbaston for Tests & Friday night Bear-baiting/boosting. The Bourneville Ground is one that springs to mind, but there must be others. I’d guess the average Warwickshire fan might even agree with me on that, though it won’t happen, of course.


  4. Bournville is in Worcestershire.

    The Griff & Coton and the Bull’s Head are available, but they seem too far from Edgbaston to play on, even for the second XI. The “Edgbaston Community Ground” (the M&B Ground as was) is about ready. Warwickshire plan Championship matches there to coincide with England playing Ashes Tests a mile and a half away.

    Has Frank Dobson got a new sideline standing, stentorian and dentist-coated, at the Trent Bridge gate?


  5. Thought he seemed familiar. Good they’ve still got a gateman, or even a gate. I quite like the sound of the “ECG” and may pay it a visit, though I do hanker after somewhere outside central Birmingham.
    Didn’t realise Bournville was in Worcestershire. No reason why Warwicks shouldn’t use it for 2nd XI matches (which I believe they have within living memory) – Leics play most of theirs at Desborough this year & that’s in Northants.


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