I’ve always tried to play for cricket clubs local to where I was living and usually the closest one. In this instance I was literally the throw of a cricket ball from the ground at Botallack with a good view of it out of our bathroom window. I had moved to Botallack from Truro following the opening of my partnership with my now wife Mary who lived there. I had actually taken a break from cricket the season before to concentrate on golf for a summer in which I had managed to get to the elusive single figure handicap of 8. Golf at least gave you a choice of when to play allowing time for other activities such the aforementioned partnership. I decided to move to Botallack, a small mining village near St Just not far from Land’s End with a good pub and a cricket ground. We often walked past the small ground which had great views of the rugged Cornish coastline with it’s iconic engine houses perched on the cliff edges giving access to the mines reaching far under the sea bed. We met a couple of characters once by the ground and the topic of cricket came up and it was my future wife that volunteered me as a potential player. As a result it was Mary that got me back into a further 20 years of playing cricket at that point in time.
Fifty Five Years of Cricket Memories 