Back to a good old British sport today – we played cricket. Then we played our extended hide and seek game, Fox and Hounds. I’ve mentioned it before, but it bears repeating. Team one run off and hides and then team two charges off after them. As we lived next to the course of a disused railway line, we had loads of places to hide and lots and lots of space into which we could run. FANTASTIC! My childhood, what a blast!
We even had time left for a game of Risk, but this was cut artificially (mercifully?) short when one of our younger friends decided to drop a football on the board. It says in my diary that we killed him, but please sir, we didn’t… honestly! No no, we just erm… roughed him up a bit.