I must make packing and ready t’other preparations to trip up North for cricket Down Under…

In a few moments we begin the thrashing over an urn just six inches high—

Sport. Cricket. 1882. One of the most famous sporting trophies, The Ashes. It was in 1882 after the bowling of "Demon" Spofforth and Boyle had bowled England out for 77 and brought off a seemingly impossible Australian victory by 7 runs, that the Ashes we
I may be a few days in the wilderness, just to be social— I have no idea as to how long— a day or two most probably but with the prospect of a long rail journey tomorrow, there’s bound to be something which catches the eye.
I always carry a pen.
I’ve a few pieces just about finished— they’re there or there abouts, so if I have time I’ll get them typed and up; I’ve tangents to fill after all and I’m not in the habit of leaving things unfinished.
It is a pity— I had hoped not to miss a day.
But in-case I do, I really would appreciate it if you didn’t go anywhere…
Thanks chaps!

It’s time for The Ashes…

Author: DB James

It's one of the finest things we do; write about our lives, because not only do we reveal our minds through revelations our thoughts provide us— But it gives us an incentive to be honest... It's almost impossible not to consider the value of thoughts with the fairly steady flow of them; their rudimentary worth, relevance to our lives and the importance to the people who have them. It's easy to see how distorted a thought can become when left to constant re-examination and how faceless victim/culprit dichotomies are given grounding by a name or a hover-card. If the last few weeks has demonstrated anything, it's how something as simple as a pen-stroke can release the burden and stresses they invariably cause. I've had glimpses into how fears, confessions, pains and crises can be put right by words creating deeds by changing little parts of the world. And I shouldn't be surprised: we write about things and repeat ourselves about things that have meaning to us. It keeps me humble...

12 thoughts on “I must make packing and ready t’other preparations to trip up North for cricket Down Under…”

  1. Go the Aussies . I remember buying tickets to the ashes in Perth 2006 as a birthday present for my son. The reasoning was I’d never been across to Perth and my son was too young to go alone . So it turned into a family holiday with a few days allocated without complaint to my daughter and I shopping while my son and husband watched cricket 🙂

    1. The friend I’m staying with is flying out to Melbourne in a couple of weeks for the Boxing Day Test!!!

      Mitch was on fire this week, really fabulous contest – I heard a little while ago that Trott has flown home with stress which is a big blow, he hasn’t looked himself… It’ll be closer in Adelaide though, but it’s going to be tough coming back… I like your style though – perfect family hols 😀 Shopping and cricket! We got hammered in ’06. I was in the US at the time watching the ball-by-ball analysis on cricinfo – flew out on day 5 of the Adelaide test and was distraught we’d conspired to lose it: nightmares!!!! 😀

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