15 July 2007

Great Yarmouth (Cricket Tour)

At the beginning of the year I had this newfangled notion that I should get involved with campus life and the whole "university experience". I figured, when in England do as the English and signed myself up for the ladies cricket club. A few things about it and british sport in general:

1. when bored, create a sport that has so many rules that no one will ever remember them all.
2. make it "dignified".
3. make it wholly unplayable in the rain.

that sums up the gist of cricket. First, it is NOT like baseball at all. there are no bases, just a strip of sand that you run back and forth across when you've hit the ball far enough to score. the batter does not swing the bat over her shoulders, pitchers are called bowlers, the things they are aiming to hit are called stumps, if they hit them they've got a wicket, the average game takes about six hours to play and there's a tea break in the middle. players often wear white--all white.

aaanyway. I spent many tuesday and thursday evenings at cricket practice learning how to windmill a ball and not die when i got hit by a pitch. I eventually graduated to playing two games for the club and finally found myself going "on tour" at the end of the undergraduate year. Fourteen of us headed to Norwich in the East of England, about a three hour drive from the university. During the drive up it rained. It continued that night and into the next morning. So we weren't surprised when we got a phone call saying the pitch (field) was far too waterlogged to play any proper cricket. Actually, the pitch was flooded--all of our matches would be cancelled for the entire tour.

We were disappointed but received a small respite; the sun peeked out for a couple of hours. We headed to the seaside instead and played some improptu cricket on the beach. In hoodies and jeans with the wind kicking up sand behind us, but still. Great Yarmouth is about a thirty minute drive from Norwich and is an ugly hybrid of Las Vegas meets Atlantic City meets the Kmart Carnival of my youth. Think Santa Monica pier but ten thousand times tackier.

we still had fun.


Annie and me, representing "diversity" on the team (she's norwegian!)


impromptu cricket



if i were good, i would have hit that ball


getting ready to bowl


chicketers!


skipping stones on the beach



a rare glimpse of blue skies


really sad:0(

we spent the next day dodging the rain and wandering around norwich and its castle and cathedral. photos soon.

Warwick Castle

sometime after spain but before cricket tour dave and i headed back to Warwick to conquer the castle looming over the hill. the brochures rationalise a £15 entrance fee (that would be thirty US dollars) because it is supposed to be "one of Britain's most beautiful castles". that and it's privately funded.

we wrangled one free ticket voucher and headed to the castle on a particularly gloomy, rain-filled day. the brochure people were right though--warwick castle is pretty beautiful. yet at the same time i flashed back to scenes of the Michigan Renaissance Festival where people walked around gnawing on gimungous turkey legs (omg ewww) and wore period costumes. thankfully the rain managed to keep most of the dressed up lunatics under cover, and i got some quality photos.


view from the front


one of warwick's many anglican churches through the hole


perspective from atop a turret


the stratford river and the town of warwick below


he actually enjoyed this


me, not so much


broken bridge in the middle of the stratford river