Panama

On our walk up to cricket this evening, the sight of an abandoned canoe reminded me of that chap who faked his own death in a canoeing accident only to resurface alive and well in Panama.

I’m not sure how far and wide the River Kent reaches, but judging by how things work around here, I daresay the owner of this one will resurface alive and well in Lancaster.

So nice to see the sun back for a little while and to be able to sit with my father and watch the wee ones engaging in their bonus sessions.

Should stand m’boy in good stead as we head off to The Hundred tomorrow…