Beware of falling Bats

Not sure what to do today so played cricket in the park again. Jof has bought a new set: the bat is quite good but the stumps are a little stumpy.
I bowled with only a few grumps about the straight arm thing. Then we noticed a Frisbee ring in a tree and retrieved it with the cricket bat. This was much more fun so we threw it miles past each other for ages. It is difficult to control and goes really far and then rolls around in a big circle or the wind catches it and it rolls straight on for miles, and just when you're all 200 yards apart, it plonks straight down and doesn't roll anywhere.
We all got lots of exercise. When Jof went to get the car back from outside Elizabeth's, we carried on and had to employ the bat a further 3 times, throwing it up into trees various and trying not to get fatally struck on its way down.
After his run we went to the nudist beach again. There weren't so many this time but we weren't there for the feeling of freedom, sandy clefts and incorrectly positioned earrings, we were there with a bucket and trowel to make a dam at the waterfall. The tide was coming in so we did get wet but started to excavate all the giant rocks and chunks of brick and metal girders that we have previously put in it as part of our civil engineering. We shall return to complete our work.
Couldn't help but notice the hole in the fence at the abandoned military listening station so had a scout round the old spy hideout. Several outbuildings have been torched by naughty youths, and none of them by us. Even the blasted heath in front of Fort Cumberland was worth investigating, fennel and blackberries grow wild there. I have inherited a healthy hatred for aniseed (and therefore fennel) from Jof.
Later I challenged them to even more Monopoly but had Sulko Extraordinaire when things didn't go my way. I only sing when I'm winning.