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Falconwood Prep was half an hour’s drive away along the main road by the River Braid. The school’s own cricket ground sat in prime position, sandwiched between the river and the main school building. Scott pointed out that, especially when compared to the increasingly worn-out front wall of Bradstock Primary, Falconwood looked like the kind of country house that his parents delighted in dragging himself and Claire round on every summer holiday.
The school was built from a pale grey mineral that Mr Heath identified as sandstone. It had one central hall, which had set of battlements, and two smaller, identical wings on either side, each with a sloping roof.
As the Bradstock team made their down towards the cricket pavilion, a white timber construction with black triangular beams forming a pattern across its roof, Mark suggested that it was a much sturdier building than their Class Six. Tim, meanwhile, was fascinated by what he thought was a similarity between Falconwood’s ground and the County Ground at Worcester.
‘Why do people build cricket grounds next to rivers when they just get flooded? It happens all the time at New Road and I bet it’s like that here too.’
‘I think it’s probably better that the cricket ground gets flooded than the school does.’ Tim had to admit that his classmate Adam’s suggested reason was likely to be close to the truth.
Minutes later, just after the Prep School’s Games Master called out, ‘Captains, please,’ Lewis turned to Scott. ‘Bat, yeah?’
‘Yeah. Pitch looks great and we haven’t got Danny. With a bit of luck we can get 80, 90 plus and then put them under pressure.’
Lewis was reminded of what he had said after the last game, ‘We’re due some luck.’
After the toss, Lewis walked glumly back towards his team mates. He caught Scott’s eye. ‘We’re still due some luck. Sorry, mate.’
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Falconwood Prep was half an hour’s drive away along the main road by the River Braid. The school’s own cricket ground sat in prime position, sandwiched between the river and the main school building. Scott pointed out that, especially when compared to the increasingly worn-out front wall of Bradstock Primary, Falconwood looked like the kind of country house that his parents delighted in dragging himself and Claire round on every summer holiday.
The school was built from a pale grey mineral that Mr Heath identified as sandstone. It had one central hall, which had set of battlements, and two smaller, identical wings on either side, each with a sloping roof.
As the Bradstock team made their down towards the cricket pavilion, a white timber construction with black triangular beams forming a pattern across its roof, Mark suggested that it was a much sturdier building than their Class Six. Tim, meanwhile, was fascinated by what he thought was a similarity between Falconwood’s ground and the County Ground at Worcester.
‘Why do people build cricket grounds next to rivers when they just get flooded? It happens all the time at New Road and I bet it’s like that here too.’
‘I think it’s probably better that the cricket ground gets flooded than the school does.’ Tim had to admit that his classmate Adam’s suggested reason was likely to be close to the truth.
Minutes later, just after the Prep School’s Games Master called out, ‘Captains, please,’ Lewis turned to Scott. ‘Bat, yeah?’
‘Yeah. Pitch looks great and we haven’t got Danny. With a bit of luck we can get 80, 90 plus and then put them under pressure.’
Lewis was reminded of what he had said after the last game, ‘We’re due some luck.’
After the toss, Lewis walked glumly back towards his team mates. He caught Scott’s eye. ‘We’re still due some luck. Sorry, mate.’
This is the last extract you're getting - I can't post any more as I'll just give the plot away!
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