After the Ashes.

Well the cricket is over and we lost the Ashes. But what a great boost the series was for the game. It had me on the edge of my seat every night. Wasn’t even game to leave the room in case I missed something or caused the wind to blow the wrong way and make the ball fall short. (You never know what strange air currents occur.)
Next year we will try to reclaim the precious urn, I hope the games will be as close. For now I am grateful to be getting my full quota of sleep. And again have the energy to do my chores.
At least next year the games will be in our day light - chores will be put on hold but I will have my sleep.
We take our cricket seriously here. Below is a cutting from the local paper. The match played was a scene direct from a Russel Drysdale painting and was great fun.

We Won!
The Torrens Creek v Pentland Fire Brigades cricket match was held in ideal conditions. The unique ground, ant mounds and all was a scene of fierce competition as the two teams tried to win this inaugural game. Although the proceeds were to be divided between the two fire teams Pentland kindly donated their half back to Torrens Creek brigade to help the beginners build up their funds. Much appreciated, guys!Honours went to the Torrens Creek Tigers as they walked away with the impressive trophy donated by J. Hill of “Oakley”.The day was a fun family day, although competition was hot. The children of all ages enjoyed a Lolly Drop from the air and the “grown-ups” pitted their strength against each other in the tug-o-war. This was also won by Torrens Creek. It is proposed that this will be an annual event between the local fire brigades. Congratulations to all who made this day such an enjoyable one.

Another fun day is planned for this season but dates have not yet been decided. It all depends on the mustering ... We will try to advertise more widely so our tourists can join in the fun.

Country Living.

The pumps have failed,
no water here,
routine’s all thrown out.
Monday washing won’t get done,
nor dishes, I’ve no doubt.

No washed floors,nor lush green lawns –
my blooming garden’s dead –
I’ll settle for a long hot bath
before I go to bed.

Stoics, we overcome
complications
of this inland drought.
But our afternoon’s shot to hell –
the cricket’s been rained out.