On probably the coldest day since the snow melted in April, I forced myself out for a 20 miler. Autumn is well set here now, and it was quite a depressing ride, as there was only a grey blanket of cloud and not a ray of sunlight to be seen anywhere.
Cycled through a local park and to my utter surprise there was a cricket festival going on. Being curious, and an ex-cricketer I went and had a look. Needless to say there weren't many Norwegians playing, the majority of players and spectators were Sri Lankans. Managed to find the refreshment tent and instead of bog-standard sarnies in England, I had a very nice chicken curry and cup of tea.
It warmed me no end to see these happy people playing cricket in such cold and basic conditions. I felt a lot better after that. And had a strong yearning for a game of beach cricket somewhere hot!