The title is inspired by one of my favourite places. Imagine the scene, it is a warm summers day, seagulls squawk overhead, dive bombing the scattered crowd gathered to watch the once great Sussex Cricket Club toil their way to another inevitable defeat. In the background the gentle hum of traffic crawling around Hove, the occasional siren, the whack of leather on willow, the tinkle of the bails being dislodged and the oh so polite applause.
The Cromwell Road End and its deck chairs is what county cricket is all about (and I may well waffle on about The ECBs meddling at some point.
The Cromwell Road end inspires contemplation and reflection and I hope to capture those themes in my other adventures!
From the Cromwell Road End 