Nuthurst – a horrible history

As our appointed captain of cricket, Chris Ancil, has forsaken the dank fields of England for sybaritic pastures new (and foreign), Lyndon Jones has been obliged to drive all the way from Wales to lead the Bushmen into battle. And battle was what took place at Nuthurst.  Lyndon gives us his brief and admirably temperate account of the match.

Sunday 16th August 2015 – a disappointing day at Nuthurst for the Bushmen. Very odd weather – mild and overcast, with cool, clammy moisture in the air. The Nuthurst wicket – always a sporting strip – looked damp and greasy. Nuthurst won the toss and elected to field – a timed game.
The Bushmen were joined by guest Robb Davies, an old cricketing pal of mine from St Brides Major in the Vale of Glamorgan, who opened the batting and kept wicket very tidily. Thanks to Richard Heller for stepping down in order to give Robb a place in the side.
With the exceptions of a fine 68 from Nick Norman-Butler and a useful 25 from Will Jones, the Bushmen made a pretty poor fist of batting first. It was tough, undoubtedly, and poor light made the quicker Nuthurst bowlers difficult to pick up against the dark backgrounds at each end. But 129–9 after 42 overs didn’t look like a very defendable total, and Nuthurst picked off the runs without too much trouble, reaching the required total for two or three wickets with about 18 overs left.
Nuthurst provides the noisiest and most aggressive opponents that the Bushmen meet on their peregrinations around  Southern England.   I, for one, will never play against them again. Ed.