Safe Return Doubtful

It’s important to get a day out of the sun once in a while, and as I get further south and into the desert environment it becomes even more necessary. It will need to be shorter days from here, Cumbrians certainly are not used to the sun and heat after midday.

Red Rocks cafe is a good place to lay low in for a while, and I had coffee and lunch there. It’s Sunday and so a fair bit quieter than yesterday, although Moab has big tourism all year round.

Red rock cafe and bakery – a good place to hang out

Moab Brewery

Unfortunately the picture below says a lot about beers in Utah. Even the stronger cans here in the brewery are somewhat tasteless. And expensive, draft IPA at 3.2% at $3, the same IPA at 6% at $5.75. They only have two of the six stronger canned beers from the menu. The place is much more of a family restaurant than a beer venue – to be expected I suppose, but I needed to try it. Still the best I’ve been to is Rogue, though an Oregon beer it has a HQ in Union Square, San Francisco. Roll on Colorado in a couple of days, Durango has more breweries per person population than anywhere else on Earth.

So why not charge 5 cents?

Storytime:

Every Picture Tells A Story – or does it?

At first look this picture looks like it’s Nigel crashed out after a big session. But that’s not the case.

This was one of our Old Boys tours that I have written about previously. We would play 5 games in 5 days and the tours that Nigel was involved in were to the Yorkshire Dales. We played against some wonderful clubs, Ilkley, Otley and Addingham being the most memorable. In the first year that we did it we played in Halifax on the Friday. It was a good game, and again a great club, but at some stage we had to drive home for the League games the next day, so there was nothing like the socialising the went on after the other games.

So we had an idea, why not play more locally on the last day, so as we could drive in the morning, play, and continue our celebrations in the evening, and where better to do that, than Wallasey Cricket Club. At that time all of our players had excellent relations with Wallasey, and they wanted the match practice (and the party) and so it was settled.

So what is in the picture, is not Nigel crashed out after a big session, but actually our accommodation. Wallasey had left the changing room area open downstairs, but it was a warm night, with the threat of thunder, so several of our squad resorted to sleeping under the covers on the square, comfortable in the lush grass surrounding the wicket itself, sheltered and cool, and of course, appropriate.