Today’s small world offering

[first published 2nd May 2012]

Sometimes it seems you have to travel all day to get back to where you started. After the epic (and in terms of Homeric storms, I rather think it counts as exactly that) journey from Brighton to Otley, I set off yesterday to the boarders. Eschewing perhaps the quickest route, I barrelled up the A68, a quite fantastic road, stomach-churning and beautiful with its mixture of long undulating straights with any number of blind summits and great sets of z-bends. It was only sad the weather refused me permission to drop the top. I arrived in Greenlaw, a small boarders village, just before six and, having been guided to my place of repose by Donald – following his bike through the village centre, I was embraced by the entire family at Mansefield. We talked and talked and cricket was mentioned and Pippa, my hostess, askd if I fancied visiting the oldest cricket club in Scotland, Manderston – on the Palmer estate. Off we drove. Continue reading