Lost Ball Stopped Play

Walking past the cricket ground in Ventnor, I saw three young men in whites scrambling across the boundary fence, across the road and up the bank on the other side. I had a feeling of Deja vu as that happened once before when I walked past. It also took me back many years to when my husband played there. I sometimes did the scoring and enjoyed the teas. Afterwards it was drinks in the bar. Happy days!
PS I don’t think they found the ball!