Naturally, we associate that sound with a quintessential English summer. Except last night it wasn`t the sound of leather on willow - it was the spectators` teeth chattering and the blowing of breath onto hands in an effort to keep warm.
Yes, we watched our oldest grandson`s first cricket match of the season last night - wrapped up in as many layers as we could, including my woolly hat! I even had a spare jacket over my knees, for heaven`s sake! May in York, on a "summer" evening. The cricketers didn`t seem to notice, except when the ball stung their frozen fingers.
Please, summer, come quickly!