The long, hot, spring

This is not necessarily a chronologically accurate account of moments of weekends, in between a relentless tide of work, and a disconcerting time professionally.

For the longest time, a parade of days like this, hot, clear, manageable humidity

With a long patch of morning riding, day after day (stitches, no swimming for nearly a month)

Dinner together every night which has been divine, but for the rest, one day weekends for a while.  Here out for lunch one Saturday in TKO.

And an evening or two over the other weekend days, Ange in her Hepburn dress.

And it's a time of leaving it seems, Covid circumstance and other weirdness driving people home... in this case Roy and Debbie's farewell, more retirement and change for them.  

JBC, restaurant by boat only, the pic above this the Pak A Pier.

Wild heat, clear water.

By evening, fluid colours and sweat.

One of those party photos - but cool - Yau Lei in the background, red and white clothes.

And in the midst of it all, a proper cricket match on the Kowloon Cricket Club field.
It was meant to be a father and son thing, but both the boys had school commitments (it being a Friday)

And it was a proper match in preparation, included three 7am net sessions.  That was an excellent idea by Pieter who was the primary organiser; if you are me, and it is nearly 20 years since, it all happens a bit faster than you remember.  Our speed machine Steve walking back.

Michael and Steve, our opening batsmen.

In the end it was actually pretty exciting, 25 over game, won by the Southern Hemisphere by one run!

Wazza had a rough day in the field; catch opportunity that aced his finger.

 

For the record (batsmen had to retire when they reached 35, with any extras for a boundary getting there).  The Big Dog was on fire :-)