Moved a few miles north, from the Beara peninsular to the Ring of Kerry. In a country full of evocative place-names, can there be a village name quite as ugly as Sneem, where I’ve wound up this evening? It sounds like some slimy, unctuous creature from a tale by JRR Tolkein or Mervyn Peake. Despite the name, it’s an appealing and colourful little place. I’ve even taken a few pix. Amazingly, after gathering dust in the van for days, the camera still works.
Anyone who took a ‘sickie’ and went to Headingley will have seen the finale to a memorable test match. I hope Joe Root won’t take too much flak for declaring when he did. Sometimes the best way to win a game is to set the opposition a possible - though difficult - target, and then hope to take ten wickets during the run-chase. Kudos to the West Indies team for coming back so strongly, after being written off. Their unlikely win sets up the decider at Lord’s next week. Bring it on!
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