I recently went hiking and not until over a week later did I realise that I’d forgotten to take my old mate L.B. Wilson with me. As a result, I’ve been feeling quite guilty, like a fielder who’s dropped a catch. The truth is though that little Leo’s never been the same since my wife, when vacuuming, hit the CD storage facility that he resides in and as a result of the fall, decapitated him! Though an attempt at reconstructive surgery was made, Leo’s future has long been in the balance. Combine Leo’s injury with the fact that I’m clearly not responsible enough to remember to take him out with me whenever I go hiking, I’ve decided that L.B. must go the same way as my other retired gimmick, International Duck Watch.
R.I.P. L.B 2016-2018
L.B. Wilson headed to the coastal cricketing hotspot of Redcar today. It was the little fellow’s first outing in a few weeks and the classy batsman really enjoyed sampling some sea air.
L.B. marvelled at the engineering feat that composed three lines of eight turbines (That 24 turbines!) out at sea and compared it to how he would go about constructing a big innings.
Look out for L.B.’s future adventures as an when they happen!
Don’t worry, I’m not retiring from blogging but I am retiring from playing… I think. We may have been here before and who knows what the future holds but in what will surely be a huge disappointment to bowlers throughout Nidderdale, I’ll no longer be assisting them in lowering their bowling average. My dibby dobblies, effective in the pre 2005 Ashes surge of cricketing talent that would appear a few years down the line, will no longer be used by batsmen as average enhancers either.
Scribbling about my on-field efforts was one aspect of the game that I’d expected to take up some space here at Silly Point but in truth there are far too many ducks and drops to justify the odd twenty-something with the bat and maybe an annual over with the ball.
Save your tears. I’ll continue to score runs by the bucket load on Don Bradman Cricket 17 and Cricket Captain 2017, take L.B. Wilson on hikes, review cricket themed literature, moan about the England team and pitch a restructuring of world cricket on an all too frequent basis!
The subtitle of this website describes me as an “… extremely average village cricketer’. I guess that I was.
I’m delighted to announce that Leonard Bartholomew returned to the crease today after accidentally being left at home last week.
There were no salmon in sight at Stainforth Foss though. Little Leo arriving too early in the season to catch a glimpse of the leaping life aquatic.
L.B. ran around 9 miles between the wickets so has earned himself a well deserved rest… like Eoin Morgan!
What’s that saying about buses?
L.B. hadn’t been out of the house for months before this week but not content with scrambling up fallen trees and stalking deer a few days ago, little Leo summited Great Whernside today, even though he couldn’t see five feet in front of him and was nearly camouflaged in his cricket whites!
He saw yet more deer, wild ones this time, a mouse, a barn owl and some high altitude (2,310 ft) residing frogs, complete with spawn.
He also did what any sane visitor to Kettlewell does… dined on some Kettle Crisps!
It’s been a while since Silly Point caught up with L.B. Wilson and I’m delighted to say that Leonard Bartholomew’s been on an adventure today!
Leo’s been scrambling up fallen trees in the style of Bear Grylls, with his cricket bat in tow I might add!
He’s posed for some outdoor shots and been stumped in the process (Ha!).
He’s seen some very white deer. Honestly, its a deer, not a sheep or a goat. There was another one that had antlers!
L.B even stumbled upon a cricket pitch where Silly Point himself once struck 29 runs including a rare six, once took an excellent caught and bowled right at the batsman’s feet and… oh yeah, there was that time I got smacked for 37 runs off just four overs!
Ahhh, go away. No bad omens please!
It is with a heavy heart that I must announce the retirement of International Duck Watch. I know that this will come as a huge blow to many keen followers but in an attempt to return to the original philosophy of this blog, namely to provide in-depth articles that matter and to maintain a standard of quality, I have decided to retire my leading gimmick.
If I were by some miracle a full-time blogger, with no family or work commitments and could throw my bat into the Twittersphere, then I would continue with IDW but in truth, it can become a little bit of a chore having returned home from work.
For now I will continue to bring to the crease my travails on Don Bradman Cricket 17, L.B. Wilson’s adventures (Admittedly a gimmick!), if I ever get out of the house that is and book reviews etc, as well as those random articles about all things cricket that was the whole point of Silly Point in the first place.
I’m sure that none of Silly Point’s regular followers will forget being introduced to our mascot L.B. Wilson last month. For those of you that missed it please see the post below:
Well L.B. finally got himself out and about again today and can be seen in the photo above standing perilously on a suspension bridge that traverses the River Wharfe. You’ll have to forgive the photo quality but with two hikers on the bridge at the same time there was a bit of a wobble. Fortunately L.B lived to tell the tale and looks forward to sharing many more of his adventures in the future.
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr Leonard Bartholomew Wilson (Or L.B. as he’s known to his friends) to the crease. With initials like his L.B. was always destined for a career in the game. Regular Silly Point followers may have already seen L.B. around on site and we thought that the time had arrived where he merited a more formal introduction.
Today L.B. can be seen at Grimwith Resevoir in North Yorkshire and Silly Point looks forward to sharing more of his travels with you in the future.
Disclaimer: Please be aware that a grown man befriending, photographing and blogging about the travels of a cake topper is a perfectly normal activity!