The old alma mater

Just need to make a quick mention of the cricket match we went to yesterday afternoon. One of my great-nephews has only just turned eight, but he’s playing in the school team that has eleven-year olds in it. He’s a bowler, primarily, and is apparently showing great promise. (His coach lives next door to him!) He also batted yesterday, and did well, getting a four, and some other runs.
The game was held at his school, Taverham, (pronounced – roughly - Tay-vram), and it is an amazing place. Huge grounds, with woods and parks, and an enormous old English monument of a building. The kids have mini-boiler suits, apparently, and when they don these and gumboots, can go off into the grounds/woods/whatever and play during their breaks without getting their uniforms dirty. There are even deer wandering around in the woods – we saw a fawn as we drove in. The cricket ground would have taken up possibly a twentieth of the ground space, if that.