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Esteemed historian and author, Stephen Saunders, sent in an amateur radio "postcard featuring The Monument to the Glory of Cricket at Broadhalfpenny Down. Amateur radio postcards carried more than times, dates, and crackling voices. They carried place. This 1988 "QSL card", sent after a contact on 3.723 MHz, turns a routine confirmation into a small act of local pride. The sender, E. J. Gamble, asks for a reply, lists Hambledon as the station location, and frames the exchange with a sketch of the village’s cricket memorial. For radio amateurs, that choice makes sense. A QSL card was proof that invisible signals had crossed fields and towns. So the picture needed to say who the operator was and where he belonged. Hambledon, long described as the cradle of cricket, offered exactly that: heritage, identity and a story worth posting One pastime saluted another. Cricket grew from village greens and careful records; amateur radio grew from sheds, aerials and logbooks. Both prized patience, craft and fellowship. In that way, the postcard was not just confirmation. It was a handshake across distance, sent through the post.

Photographer, Simon Arnold, made a return visit to Broadhalfpenny Down to capture the visit of Oundle Ramblers and their onslaught as they defeated Brigands by 71 runs on 14 June 2026. It was an all-out attack from the first over. Brigands had to be alert in the field Even the spectators were retrieving balls Oundle scored 251 in under 29 overs! Rupert Preece and Neil Wood opened for the Brigands. Ladneburg and Peach continued the run chase Adam Jay arrived for a bat T20 specialist Steve Blackburn attacked too But more Brigands wickets fell, leaving too much for Richie Hay and Rafi Adbdeen to do at the end Oundle Ramblers 251 all out beat Brigands 180 all out by 71 runs Photos courtesy of Simon Arnold; please enquire if you'd like more photos or hi-res images

Ramblers Rule the Down as Fish and Chips Take a Hit Oundle Ramblers finally broke their eight-year hoodoo at the cradle of cricket, securing their first-ever victory at Broadhalfpenny Down since they began touring here in 2018. After last year’s dismal collapse for 125, the visitors returned with a vengeance, fresh from a sword-swinging weekend where they racked up 290 against the Hampshire Hogs. Brigands, meanwhile, were facing an uphill battle before a ball was even bowled. Bedevilled by overnight dropouts, the home side was reduced to ten men, so Paul Whittle swapped the Umpire's coat for his playing whites. Skipper Mike Beardall lost the toss and the Brigands were inserted into the field on a beautifully prepared wicket. What followed was an absolute onslaught. Neil Wood opened the bowling from the pavilion end and offered up a long, slow hop for his first delivery, which was promptly dispatched to the boundary. The Oundle openers quickly developed a taste for "Nellie’s pies", plundering an astonishing 19 runs off the first over. This frantic start caused such confusion that Guy Ladenburg actually paused the game to query the scoreboard and asked for four more runs to be added, admitting that mathematics was not his strongest suit. The scoreboard kept ticking over at a dizzying pace; 55 runs off 4 overs, then 113 at the 10 over mark. A breakthrough came courtesy of Richie Hay, who executed a brilliant run-out from gully to dismiss one of the dangerous openers. Rob Manson claimed a wicket, and Gray, uncharacteristically bowling pace rather than his usual off-spin, also made inroads. Beardall and Ladenburg then stepped up, taking wickets at regular intervals to stem the bleeding. Nevertheless, Oundle’s breathless innings concluded on a massive 251 runs from just 28 overs, with only a total of 9 defensive shots being played. Brigands were rescued by a magnificent tea prepared by match manager Steve Blackburn and his wife. Fuelled by sandwiches and cake, Rupert Preece and Nelly Wood opened the batting. Unfortunately, Wood was soon caught for 13, and Oundle's bowlers began chipping away at the top order. While Richie Hay delighted the onlookers with a lovely six into the wood end, the undisputed highlight belonged to Jake Peach. During a defiant innings of 60, Peach launched a monstrous six towards the famous Bat & Ball pub, with the ball deflecting off an umbrella in the front garden and landing directly into a spectator's plate of fish and chips. Late-order resistance came from Adam Jay, who arrived from a local event just in the nick of time to smash a brisk 22, whilst Rafi Abdeen added valuable runs down the order. However, they were ultimately undone by a marathon spell from Oundle spin bowler F. Turner, who bowled 22 overs unchanged to finish with figures of 4-92. Brigands were eventually bowled out for 180. A traditional conclusion to the day followed, outside the pub; the captain's speeches and a history lesson that brought plenty of laughter, merriment, and well-earned beers. Amidst the celebrations, a heartfelt toast was raised for the unwell Oundle Ramblers member, Phil Pegley. An historic day for the Ramblers, a memorable afternoon for the Brigands, and an unforgettable lunch for one pub diner. Oundle Ramblers 251 all out beat Brigands 180 all out by 71 runs Match report by Lee Gray, Photo Credits Kris Newton & Lee Gray

In the summer of 1919, a poet called J.C. Squire rounded up a group of writers, journalists, and actors and told them they were going to play cricket. He named his team the Invalids, in honour of several players wounded in the Great War. For their colours, he chose hospital blue and old gold, the shades of the pyjamas worn by officers convalescing in military hospitals, those pale wards where men lay in bed and waited to either recover or not. A.G. Macdonell watched Squire's men with the eye of a satirist and in 1933 published England, Their England, a comic novel containing the funniest description of a cricket match ever written that featured a side called The Invalids. The club is still going, still wandering, and still wearing hospital blue and old gold. The Invalids arrived at Broadhalfpenny Down this past Sunday, a ground that has seen rather a lot of cricket, and its fair share of bowler-friendly pitches. A week of rain had left the surface under the covers in the condition cricketers describe as a "sticky pudding"; the ball stopping, gripping, and occasionally turning square. As the two captains walked out for the toss, one of the players warming up shouted, "Which one of you will call correctly and bowl first?" The Invalids were invited to bat and started cautiously. Neil Wood bowled economically, Rob Manson was rewarded with an early LBW, and the athletic Dave Turner was stopping everything behind the stumps. With the score 30-1, on came Wayne Viney. Viney is Australian, and had written to the Brigands a month earlier asking to play as a guest before a Seniors tour, mentioning that he could "bowl a bit". In Australian, this translates as: capable of sending down two consecutive maidens while reducing the Invalids to statues. The pitch helped. The fielding did not. Five catches went down, varying in difficulty from the optimistic to the straightforward. When Dave Henderson dropped an easy chance at cover, Jim Morris came over to share how much better he felt having dropped the same batter a few minutes before. The Invalids had their own international guest. Billy Roth had flown in from Arizona, where he is a medical student, to play his first game of cricket. Roth is a former amateur baseball player and arrived at the crease with the demeanour of someone who had never taken guard and he did not see any reason to start now. He stood tall, adopted something between a batter's and a pitcher's stance, and swung hard. There were a couple of mishits, a quick single that brought warm applause from both sides, then a slow straight delivery that trickled quietly onto the middle stump. You sensed the affable Roth would be back. The Invalids accumulated 163 all out from almost 42 overs, with a fine Owen Walton fifty and Williamson and Peters putting on 32 for the last wicket. Rafi Abdeen finished with 4-47 and a direct hit run out from mid-on, Manson 2-31, Viney 1-36, and Guy Ladenburg 1-24. William Morris was known for iconic floral wallpaper and fabrics. Old Tom Morris was legendary for winning major golf championships with just five clubs in his bag. Justine Morris is famous for her splendid teas, including sausage rolls with sesame seeds, juicy strawberries, dainty scones, and delicious egg sandwiches served on Emma Bridgewater pottery. Tea was enjoyed by the officials, including elite scorer Ray Holyer who turned up with only one working arm having injured himself on the golf course, and the implacable umpire Nick Harris. The Brigands' reply began briskly and deteriorated promptly. Williamson and Abdol are regular bowlers at this ground and they know what the pitch gives them. Opening with Ladenburg and Wood, the Brigands were 18-3 before anyone had properly settled, Williamson repeatedly finding the top of off stump. On came the Waltons: father, slow left-arm, five feet nine; son, fizzing off-breaks, six feet four. The height differential was attributable to “years in the United Arab Emirates, where a diet heavy in hormone-treated meat and daily swimming had helped the kids grow". More wickets fell. Gerry Northwood caught at slip. Paul Whittle clean-bowled, the score on 74-7. Henderson was still there. He had been given out earlier when the sound of bat on boot was interpreted as bat on ball, but the Invalids sportingly withdrew the appeal without drama. His fifty arrived in 56 balls with just six boundaries, most of it accumulated in ones and twos on a pitch that punished anything rash. With 42 needed off eight overs, the rash shot came and he was LBW to Tim Peters. Soon after, Abdeen and the obdurate Viney followed, and the Invalids won a well-fought match. Afterwards, both sides sat around the Bat and Ball Inn, with wives and girlfriends, brothers and sisters, and dogs too. Where cricketers have been arguing about line and length, the state of the pitch, and the future of the game for 250 years. A New Year's Day fixture in 2029 was proposed and agreed. Looking around the tables, you could not tell who was an Invalid and who was a Brigand. Except, of course, by the colour of the caps. Invalids 163 all out beat Brigands 121 all out, by 42 runs Brigands wicket tumble, Henderson reprieved from bat on boot Some of the younger spectators were practicing cartwheels, with Jim Morris off stump doing its own cartwheel in the background International guests; father, uncle and sons; and village cricket at its best at the cradle of cricket With thanks to Dave Turner and Paul Whittle, Assistant Content Creators, for some of the photos

An Evening at the Cradle: History, Cricket and Good Company Some evenings feel like they were made for a particular place. Thursday 10 September might just be one of them. Peter Oborne and Richard Heller, co-authors of Full Circle: A History of Cricket, widely regarded as one of the most ambitious cricket books in years, have accepted an invitation to join us for dinner in the Bat & Ball. They will speak about the book and about the game itself. Oborne needs little introduction to most readers of these pages. A former chief political commentator at the Daily Telegraph, Press Awards Columnist of the Year twice over, and author of the prize-winning Basil D'Oliveira: Cricket and Conspiracy. He has been writing seriously about cricket for decades. Richard Heller was a Mail on Sunday columnist and long-time cricket writer. Together they ran the Oborne & Heller on Cricket podcast. Full Circle is the culmination of that partnership: a genuinely global history of the game, and one that comes with the Chairman's full endorsement. There are few settings better suited to an evening like this. Broadhalfpenny Down has been asking questions about where cricket came from for a very long time. It seems only right that two men who have spent years trying to answer them should come and sit with us. The dinner will be held in the Bat & Ball dining area with up to 40 guests allocated on a first come first served basis. The cost of the dinner with talk is approximately £50 per person, depending on menu choice, with a £10 deposit to secure your place. Brigands are welcome to bring guests. To book your place, contact the Hon Sec at brigandscchonsec@gmail.com by 18.00 on Monday 15 June 2026

A Very Long Way for a Dot Ball In the summer of 1777, the Hambledon Club played a match on this very hill for a stake of a thousand guineas, roughly £150,000 in today's money. The ground's history is saturated in stories of wager; bookmakers operated at the boundary rope, gentlemen lost fortunes on the result of a single delivery, and the players were not always above suspicion. At Broadhalfpenny Down on Sunday, Wellington Wanderers arrived in their green, blue and yellow blazers, resplendent, well-travelled, and fresh from an unbeaten tour of Ireland, to hear a lecture on the history of cricket delivered by Mike Beardall on the base of The Monument. Then everyone got on with playing cricket. The Brigands batted first. Rafi Abdeen opened, and the side began watchfully. 43 from the first ten overs. Then the afternoon caught fire. Gerry Northwood found the leg side repeatedly, helped by the westerly breeze and the short boundary by the pub, scoring at well above a run a ball. Dave Henderson hit seven boundaries from seven consecutive balls. Steve Blackburn launched one into the trees. Guy Ladenburg hit two sixes, including a scoop that landed on the road, bounced between the cars in the car park, and came to rest in the farmer's field, a stroke that would have been difficult to plan, let alone fix. The Brigands made 210. Tea was provided by Lee Gray, and the Burns family, who had made a special journey to Cornwall to source the best cream for the special scones. Brigands had to field with 10 as Lee Gray was called away unexpectedly so every player was asked to step up. Dave Turner, wearing but not using the wicket-keeping gloves, welcomed the Wellington opener to the crease with the observation that it was "a long way to come for a dot ball". The first delivery was turned to square leg, where Steve Blackburn ran four yards to his right, gathered, and threw directly onto the stumps as he fell backwards. The non-striker gone for a diamond duck. Mike Beardall was back to his best and found variable bounce from a patch outside off stump and took 2 for 35. Neil Wood conceded 22 from seven, and might have had more, but for an LBW declined by umpire John Challis on the grounds of the ball pitching outside leg stump. Captain Henderson, stationed at back-stop to stem a flow of byes, agreed from behind the keeper. Wellington recovered from 39 for 3 to 122 for 4, and were doing nicely until one of their number coming out to bat told his partner the tourists were in complete control. He went back and across to a straight one, and was LBW first ball to the impressive Abdeen. The match was destined for a last-over finish, as it often does against touring sides. With 75 needed from the last ten overs and 3 wickets in hand, Goldingham hit three sixes and three fours for Wellington, then Abdeen started turning the ball, and Henderson held two skiers, catching antipodean-style against the antipodeans. 16 off 7 balls with the last pair, Coffey and Steele batting. Gerry Northwood, calmly gathered a drive on the Long On boundary, took a step back, and planted his heel on the rope. Brigands wondered if there was a wager involved; the Kiwis cheered, and 4 runs were awarded. With 12 runs to win, Jake Peach bowled the last over and was hit to the short leg side boundary. One fielded by Abdeen, another misfielded by Northwood. Two runs needed from a last ball that was aimed outside the off-stump; a play and miss, and Dave Turner redeemed himself with a stumping. The ten men held off the international visitors. The Wellington Wanderers, unbeaten through Ireland and bound next for Chiddingfold, took their defeat with the grace that well-travelled tourists bring to these things. Somewhere on Broadhalfpenny Down, the ghosts of the old bookmakers pocketed their losses and moved on. Bottles of wine were gifted, ties were exchanged, and a shirt was swapped. The six blokes called "Dave" who played in the match assembled for a photo. Harry and Nina Bates had come to watch, Nina in an eye patch from the family dressing-up box, still carrying the make-up from Harry's amateur dramatics a few years back. Guy Ladenburg sat in the Bat & Ball and lamented the absence of a post-match swim; his pool lining, he reported, is another casualty of the trouble in the Strait of Hormuz. Cricket has always contained multitudes. At Broadhalfpenny Down, it still does. Brigands 210-7 beat Wellington Wanderers 209 all out by 1 run Part 2, the photo journal from Simon Arnold is here

Cricket doesn't get closer than this, and Simon Arnold was there with his camera for both innings 31 May 2026, Brigands 210-7 beat Wellington Wanderers 209 all out by 1 run Broadhalfpenny Down, with flags flying, is ready to host a touring team from New Zealand Northwood starts to accelerate. Blackburn survived an early edge but went on to hit a magnificent 25. Brigands going for attacking shots are out! Abdeen, Turner and Peach all bowled, Wood caught at Long Off. The elegance of Guy Ladenburg. Brigands hit the ball all around the Down; Abdeen hits to Long On, Henderson with a one-handed sweep, Ladenburg with a scooped 6 into the car park, Peach stays low to cut the ball to the short boundary, and Brehaut straight drives to take the Brigands to 210 for 7 declared The Kiwis got the ball to swing early on, but were then made to chase the ball in the field, watched on by the current Honorary Groundsperson, Mark Smith, and his illustrious predecessor, Harry Bates. The Wellington Wanderers' innings begins with a run out on the first ball Runs off the bat, byes, wickets, more runs as Wellington keep in touch with the required run rate Getting closer; the run chase was helped by some tired Brigands fielding on the boundary Requiring 2 runs to win it is a last-ball play and miss, and an easy stumping for Dave Turner, then handshakes all round for a great game of cricket With huge appreciation to Simon Arnold. Please enquire if you would like Hi-Res, non-watermarked images - there were many more photographs taken than the ones published here.

Broadhalfpenny Down, 4.30pm on 11th June 2026 Hear ye, Hear ye, calling all Brigands, Hambledon Cricketers and villagers, especially our ladies and our youngsters. If you would like to learn how cricket was played on Broadhalfpenny Down in the 18th Century, please join us for an early evening of fun on Thursday, 11th June, as we replicate cricket played to the original laws of 1772, with two stumps and underarm pitch bowling. If you would like to join in, please contact Mike Beardall at bearders42@gmail.com or by WhatsApp at 07853216806. Players, Umpires and Notchers; the more the merrier from 16.30 - 20.00, with a small charge to cover refreshments, all are most welcome. There will be a prize for the best-dressed 18th-century cricketer!

Nine men and a boy with links to the theatre and stage arrived at Broadhalfpenny Down to find eleven Brigands with links to a bat and a ball. There were picnics in the shade of the trees, kids with ice lollies, games of Kwik Cricket by the Monument, 80th birthday celebrations, and the sound of champagne corks popping alongside the occasional sound of leather on willow. Club favourite, Nick Harris CB MBE, umpired "both ends". He was seen wiping his brow in sweltering temperatures, whilst three well dressed ladies in hats compared scars from their knee replacements. Captain Lee Gray won the toss and Brigands, batting first, scored 195-5 in 33 overs. Neil Wood spent seventeen overs watching his team-mates have an enjoyable batting practice, and was then out first ball. Later, he had a catch dropped off his first over of bowling. If he were an actor, he might have won a Razzie. On a day when Arsenal received Premier League silverware for the first time in 22 years, the best trophy on offer at Broadhalfpenny Down was carrot cake at tea. The Harris family recipe features desiccated coconut for moisture or, as one of the younger Brigands once had it "decimated coconut". There was a recent play called Heartsink in which a character bakes a carrot cake each week and takes it to her GP as a sign of hope, and a metaphor for care, and hope took Brigands into the field on another docile pitch. The Stage survived some early scares and got to 37-0 off ten overs, so a draw was the likely result. There was a glimmer of a result at 89-4 off twenty, thanks to a couple of LBWs so plum both batters almost walked. Guy Ladenburg 2-13 and John Brehaut 2-12 picking up the wickets. But father and son Padhani, of The Stage, made the most of their time at the crease, adding just 42 runs in sixteen overs as the heat faded and the fielders' thoughts turned to a cold drink at the Bat & Ball. It was a curate's egg of a cricket match. Brigands 195-5 off 33 overs drew with The Stage 155-6 off 39 overs Carrot cake, birthday celebrations, ice lollies, DT recreates the new pub sign Brigands win the toss, Brigands batters and a Northwood fifty The ice cream man arrives, post-match drinks at the Bat & Ball

There are two nations, both with populations of around 5 million, that the rest of the world finds it impossible to dislike. Norway: stubbornly egalitarian and stoic, and New Zealand: understated, similarly self-reliant, and Olympic overachievers. May 17 is Norway's Constitution Day, and it also marks a month until the football World Cup. There was a legendary sports broadcast at the final whistle in 1981 after Norway beat England 2-1 in a World Cup qualifier in Oslo. The commentator, Bjørge Lillelien, abandoned all pretence of impartiality and delivered two minutes of nationalist joy, naming every great English institution he could recall, Lord Nelson, Winston Churchill, Henry Cooper, Clement Attlee included, and informing each of them, one by one, that their boys had taken one hell of a beating. The Kiwi connection with Broadhalfpenny Down runs deep. London New Zealand has visited for many years and in 2021 Kane Williamson brought the ICC World Test Championship mace to the ground. He stood at the cradle of the game his country had just proved itself the world's best at, and posed for photographs. That image hangs now on the wall of the Bat and Ball. The afternoon began in bright sunshine, twenty degrees and a flat pitch. Satellite maps were consulted, and as a 6pm deluge was incoming, the captains agreed a 30-over game. Brigands won the toss and invited the visitors to bat, reasoning that a roast dinner at the Bat and Ball might take the edge off. It did not. Ben Fulton hit 55 in eleven overs, clean and authoritative. One of the Kiwi sixes cleared the rope, landed in the pub garden and bounced into the field behind. Neil Wood bowled a rare maiden, dropped a sharp chance at cover, then got two wickets in consecutive balls. Ewan Lovett-Turner typified village cricket with a wide from his first ball, a two-bounce no-ball from his second, and a wicket with his third. London New Zealand finished on 214-8; more than seven an over required. The Turner Family Tea fortified the Brigands for the chase: first-class sausage rolls, cupcakes in close contention, and a ginger cake voted sweet-treat of the day. The Lovett-Turner, Bates, and Preece families were among the guests. Jake Peach was composed, and his authoritative 50 was the backbone of a genuinely valiant reply (a bottle of Kiwi wine, duly awarded). Lovett-Turner hit 28 runs and Dave Turner struck two sixes; Rafi Abdeen added one. Brigands scored 68 off the first 10 overs, 50 off the next 10, and needed 96 from the final set. A target of 9.6 runs per over against a more athletic side demands sacrifice, and it came: Rafi and Adam Jay ran themselves out in the cause, Guy Ladenburg was caught on the rope from his very first ball. Mark Flewitt, back from three weeks in Antarctica and playing his first game of the season, conceded that his batting resembled that of a penguin. He was welcomed back regardless. By the final over and with 27 needed, the sunshine was a distant memory. The temperature had dropped ten degrees, the wind had risen off the hill, and the sky had closed to the colour of a disputed lbw. The scorers, Caroline and James, were wearing coats and scarves and shared an infra-red heater. Against a side that had the legs and the years on them, the Brigands had given everything the occasion asked. Williamson, from the wall of the Bat and Ball, would have approved of the spirit. London New Zealand 214-8 beat Brigands 195-8 by 19 runs Brigands willing on the run-chase Cricket with the looming thunderstorm on its way Jim Morris might not have survived this run out had a video review DRS been used The Turner Family tea, with special guests Jim Morris hits a boundary through the covers Adam Jay hitting a run-a-ball 25 The Brigands flag fluttering in the Westerly wind Brigands' last hope, Ladenburg, was out caught on the boundary, first ball London New Zealand, the victors

Hambledon lit the fire, but it took a Yorkshireman to bring cricket to London’s elite. Thomas Lord, bowler turned businessman, dragged the game from a village inn to the heart of the capital, and laid the turf for its future. From Hambledon to the City Broadhalfpenny Down was where cricket grew up: where rules were tested, bats broadened, stumps added, and feasts sung into the night. Richard Nyren later wrote of the “hearty cheer and honest play” that defined those years. But the game was moving on. By the 1780s, the lure of London and its patrons, its gamblers, and its nobility, was irresistible. The White Conduit Club wanted something better than a common field and they found their man in Thomas Lord. The First Lord’s Ground Lord, born in Thirsk in 1755, was both a cricketer and an opportunist. In 1787, while Mozart was composing Don Giovanni and the US Constitution was being drafted, Lord raised financial backing, land in Marylebone and created a private, enclosed ground. Here, cricket’s new capital was born. He charged subscriptions, fenced his ground, and when leases ended, simply moved the whole operation, first to Regent’s Park, then in 1814 to its final resting place in St John’s Wood. His instinct was simple: cricket needed exclusivity and order if it was to thrive among the elite. Cricket moved from foaming tankards and folk songs in Hampshire to oak-panelled pavilions in London. Betting still flourished, but the setting was genteel. Cricket was being refashioned as a game for gentlemen. One chronicler summed it up neatly: “The bat and ball, once toys of rustics, were now the badges of gentlemen.” The Birth of the MCC The Marylebone Cricket Club was formed in 1787, and it immediately took charge of the Laws. Cricket now had its lawmaker, its parliament. Hambledon gave cricket its cradle. Lord’s, and the MCC, gave it maturity. It was becoming the national pastime, and, increasingly, the national identity. With thanks to the photographers who have licensed their work as Creative Commons; Rosie Reid for the Blue Plaque in Thirsk, Ned Richards for the Dorset Square plaque, Trish Steel for the pub sign in West Meon, and Colin Smith for the Lord's Tavern pub sign in London.

Hampshire and England legend Robin Smith was not the only "Judge" to feature at the cradle of cricket Broadhalfpenny Brigands are fortunate to have Lord Justice Dingemans as a long-time playing member. He was called to the Bar in 1987 and was appointed Queen’s Counsel in 2002, but is more famous around these parts for his dashing left-handed stroke play and his enthusiastic fielding in the covers. On 21 July 1996, Dingemans scored a century before lunch against the Saints. His hundred came up with the score on 112 for 1, of which 8 were extras. Fellow opener, Ashley Mote, batted back 43 consecutive dot balls before making his only scoring stroke, a three, after 55 minutes at the crease, by which time, Dingemans had scored 61. But he is not the only judge to have played at the famous ground; Robin Smith was known throughout cricket as “Judge” and the verdict on his contribution was unanimous: he was among the most fearless batters of his generation. Few who were there will forget how he smashed boundaries towards the Bat & Ball Inn whilst playing for the Lords Taverners at Broadhalfpernny Down, and those who watched him at his best in the late 1980s and early 1990s will not forget the sight of him standing toe to toe with the era’s quickest bowlers. Against Malcolm Marshall, Curtly Ambrose, Courtney Walsh, and Allan Donald, Smith never flinched and loved to carve through point or hook to deep square leg. Smith, who died last November aged 62, was a gladiator of a cricketer who excelled as a teenager in rugby, hurdling, and shot put. With South Africa still under sporting boycott, his English father built a cricket square next door, complete with a bowling machine. Smith and his brother Chris trained there, joined at times by nearby greats Mike Procter and Barry Richards (a Patron of Broadhalfpenny Down). The frizzy hair, likened to a judge’s wig, earned the nickname that stayed for life. Richards urged him to sign for Hampshire, beginning a path to England qualification, and a career that included 13 international centuries, including a Test-best 175 in Antigua and 167 not out against Australia at Edgbaston, then the highest ODI score by an England batter. James Dingemans on the attack, and retrieving a six-hit from the field, in the New Year's Day match in 2022, and Robin Smith with David Capel at Broadhalfpenny Down

Named after the Victorian Cricketer "Fatty Batter" the Harry Baldwin Occasionals made their second visit to Broadhalfpenny Down. Despite a weather forecast to the contrary, they arrived to a ground with the covers on, a rain-soaked pitch, and a forecast showing rain until teatime. The team captains and umpires were close to cancelling the game, but agreed a stay of execution to 2.30pm. With the rain easing, the teams soon took to the pitch for a shorter format 30 over game. Jake Peach, opening with Dave Turner, eagerly tucked into the Occasionals bowling with 7 fours and 3 sixes to retire at 50 after a mere 39 minutes at the crease. Dave Turner was bowled for 8 and new Brigands cap Henry Moore failed to trouble the scorers. Guy Ladenburg joined Peach to steady the ship and put on a convincing 31, including 6 fours, before being bowled by Ghandi. The next six Brigands wickets tumbled for 29 runs, bringing Jake Peach back to the crease. He struck a six over mid wicket, then succumbed LBW to Seth for 56 leaving Gerry Northwood, who had been looking forward to 7 overs of batting, stranded on 9 not out. Brigands all out for 147 in 23 overs, a sumptuous and necessarily warming Brigands tea followed. The Occasionals opened their innings in a similar style to the Brigands, with Ollie Villiers feasting on Sam Sargent's bowling and rapidly moving close to his 50. In fact, he was applauded for his 50 before a scoring correction was applied, and he remained at the crease with a further 1 run required. Then along came Brigands first change at the copse end, Rafi Abdeen, with his wrist spinners, and an attempt at a reverse sweep earned Villiers a rap on the pads and the Umpire's finger. The Occasionals made a valiant attempt to score the runs, but the pressure told, and the run chase was accompanied with a steady fall of wickets. Guy Ladenburg and Steve Blackburn took 3 wickets apiece and Rafi Abdeen took a couple. Despite that, it was an exciting finish, with the Occasionals only just failing to close the gap. At the end of the 30th over, the Brigands had won by just 7 runs. Brigands 147 beat Harry Baldwin Occasionals 140 by 7 runs.

Over thirty years, an American coach, Bruce Brown, observed the impact parents have on their sport-playing adolescents. Athletes were asked what their parents said that made them feel great or amplified their joy during and after a game. Their overwhelming response: "I love to watch you play." Parents were in good number at Broadhalfpenny Down for the visit of the Sons of Bacchus, a jovial multi-generational team who sported an array of interesting cricket caps and more lawyers than Manchester City. Rob Manson's parents were delighted to see their son playing at the cradle of cricket. His Mum missed his first wicket "just getting something from the car" but saw him drop a catch and then fumble the ball over the rope for four, to remark that the last time she saw him drop a catch like that "he broke his arm, but his Dad made him throw the ball back with his good arm". Rupert Preece's parents, Rodney and Berry, turned up in their small red convertible and parked by the Monument on the shorter boundary. When Dave Turner crashed a six to within six inches of the car, Rodney gave a celebratory toot-toot of the horn and drove off to safety. Adam Jay's parents arrived after a countryside walk to enjoy Tabby's tea (including delicious Guinness cake) and watch their son score his first fifty of the season, including 20 quick singles and not many dots; Adam's dad asked with pride, "Is my son playing tip and run?" Jake Peach's family came along to watch and do a bit of scoring. Graham Peach had the unusual challenge of parenting not one, but three, highly talented cricketers in his family, but he beams with pleasure every time he sees Jake take a wicket. Graham, you imagine, would do what Jim Redmond did at the Barcelona Olympics in 1992 when he saw his son snap a hamstring, his dream shattered. Derek Redmond said afterwards, "Everything I had worked for was finished. I hated the world. I hated hamstrings. I hated it all. I told myself I had to finish. I kept hopping round. Then, with 100 metres to go, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my old man." The Sons of Bacchus batted first and, aptly, they opened with Father and Son Lazenby with wife, daughter, and dog watching on expectantly. Father was out for 8, caught Ladenburg at cover off the bowling of Rob Manson, and Son was bowled for 9 from a Neil Wood yorker. "Bad luck" said Father as he clapped him off, "was it the inswinger?" John Brehaut got a couple of balls to turn and bounce, taking 2 wickets for 23. Henry Moore picked up 1 for 11 from 3 overs. The Brigands' fielding was erratic; after Dave Turner misjudged a skier at mid-on, Jim Morris dived low to his right and held onto one at mid-off. Ed Gibson hit the ball hard and top-scored for Bacchus with 63 as they were bowled out for 210, with Jake Peach the pick of the bowlers with 3-11 from 6 overs. Hambledon locals, Jay (54) and Ladenburg (57 with 11 boundaries), plundered anything short of a length and wide of off-stump. 15 off the first 5 overs, 35 off the next 5. Both retired when they reached their fifties, allowing Dave Turner (13) to play a crowd-entertaining cameo. Dave Henderson (45 with 2 sixes) and Jim Morris (15 including an all-run 4) came together to see the Brigands home for a 9-wicket victory, with the only chance an outside edge dropped by the keeper, Rob Walton, who said his thoughts had "turned to the pub … which surely accounts for my most appalling dropped catch ever, the details of which I cannot bear to recall." Having lost by 10 wickets the previous season, Sons of Bacchus reflected that they had now conceded 435 runs for 1 wicket against the Brigands; "Time to retire" was muttered. But the result didn't really matter. Parents sat at the Bat & Ball watching kids in fancy dress and turning cartwheels in the newly laid pub garden. Others lingered over a post-match drink, talking with their children about the day, the game, and life. Bruce Brown was right. They just loved watching them play. Brigands 211-1 beat Sons of Bachus 210 all out by 9 wickets You can see Derek Redmond's father here; it's emotional.

A glorious April Sunday afternoon for village cricket; Broadhalfpenny Brigands hosted the Vagabonds, a wandering side in loud pink-and-red blazers, playing under their motto In the Spirit of Good Fellowship. After moderate warm-ups and muscle-stretches, Brigands batted first. Rupert Preece set the tone with an elegant 47, then Dave Henderson and Gerry Northwood put on 66 for the fourth wicket. The Vagabonds' seamers, Bulpitt and Preston, bowled seventeen overs of quality pace between them and deserved more for their trouble than the surface allowed. It was slow going with just thirteen overs in the first hour; a couple of lost balls, the wicket-keeper split his glove, drinks brought out early. Steve Blackburn was run out on a misfield, and Rory Kinnear, on debut, inside-edged his first ball onto his off stump and walked off shaking his head. Fortunately, his university chum Guy Ladenberg, captaining the Brigands, joined Kinnear's teenage son Riley at the crease, and the two of them put the innings back together. Ladenberg made a rapid 51, including the first six of the season. Brigands declared on 201 for 7 off thirty-six overs. Two dog spectators were most pleased that the innings was over and were reunited with their owners, who had been fielding. Tea was a Turner-family triumph: Pam's scones, sandwiches galore, a gentleman's quiche, Margo's crisps, Lizzie's sausage rolls, tiffin and cupcakes. Over the road, the Bat and Ball Inn kitchen was so busy the landlord came out to report that they were "running short of chicken". Bryan Burns, one of the best umpires in the business, stood at both ends for the whole match and deserved his tea more than most. Neil Wood opened the bowling for the Brigands, fresh from a midweek pep-talk with England fast bowler Steve Finn. From the other end, the teenager Riley Kinnear impressed with 2 for 21 from his seven overs, bowling up the hill and bowling through a nose bleed, rekindling memories of footballer Terry Butcher, one fielder remarked. Vagabonds employed the forward defence, and the run rate required kept rising. With twenty overs remaining from five o'clock and Brigands determined to wring every ball out of every minute available, captain Ladenberg threw the ball to the Kinnear Senior, who took a caught-and-bowled with his first delivery. Rafi Abdeen varied his flight and pace and contributed to three quick wickets at the end; another five overs might have proved decisive. But time was called, stumps were drawn, the pub was inviting, and the Vagabonds finished on 131 for 7 off 38 overs. A father and son on debut. An umpire who never sat down. A wandering side in pink at the cradle of cricket. A match drawn In the Spirit of Good Fellowship. Brigands 201-7 declared, drew with Vagabonds 131-7

Before Lord’s, before Test matches, before the Ashes, there was a chalk ridge in rural Hampshire. Hambledon’s Broadhalfpenny Down became cricket’s first big stage, and where the modern game began to take shape. The Village That Changed Everything In the mid-18th century, cricket was still a patchwork of local rules and parish rivalries. Poet James Love had described cricket in 1744 as “the manly exercise. By 1750, Hambledon, a quiet Hampshire village, was beginning to set the pace. Its home ground, Broadhalfpenny Down, overlooked the South Downs and, in time, overlooked the cricketing world. The Hambledon Club became the sport’s first great institution. Its headquarters? The Bat and Ball Inn, where Richard Nyren, genial landlord and captain, kept players and patrons in line. Under him, Hambledon assembled stars like Edward “Lumpy” Stevens, John Small, and Thomas Brett . Men who helped turn cricket from a rustic pastime to a refined contest. Cricket Meets High Stakes Matches at Hambledon were not mere village affairs. The Annual Register of 1772 notes crowds in the thousands. Betting, always the lifeblood, reached fever pitch. “The cricket at Hambledon doth empty more purses than the cards at White’s,” one wag quipped. The Hambledon experience lingered in the imagination of writers too. John Mitford fondly remembered “the drollery of the players and the full tankards at the inn” as much as the cricket itself. Hambledon was charm and chaos, laughter and wagers, a place where the game’s social fabric was first woven. By the 1770s, Hambledon’s fame had spread across England. Its rules and customs influenced all who played, and its matches drew gentry down from London. As Nyren later reflected in his Cricketer’s Guide (1833): “It was here, on this Down, that the game was most nobly played, and where it was made what it now is.” Cricket had found its first great stage. Gambling & Feasts Behind the merriment lay serious money. Gentlemen bet on match results, individual scores, even single balls. Nyren later admitted men wagered “carriages, farms, even their reputations.” At Hambledon, cricket was both pastime and high-stakes theatre. Most Hambledon matches ended with a feast. At the Bat and Ball Inn, Nyren presided over groaning tables: venison pasties, roast beef, and ale enough to drown a bowler’s sorrows. After the plates came the songs. Players bellowed verses celebrating victories and mocking rivals. One, recalled by John Mitford, opened: “Come, fill up your glass, boys, and let it go round, For cricket’s the sport that in England is found.” The noise, Mitford wrote, “made the Down itself echo with the chorus.” The White Bat Scandal In 1771, Thomas “Shock” White caused uproar by walking out with a bat broader than the wicket. Surrey’s bowlers were incensed. Within weeks, the Laws were tightened: bats could be no more than 4¼ inches wide. White’s innovation remains one of cricket’s most famous stunts. The Third Stump Another innovation came in 1775, when bowler Edward “Lumpy” Stevens lost his patience. Twice he bowled through the gap between the two stumps, only for the batsman to be declared not out. His protests were heard, and a third stump was added to the Laws at a meeting in the Bat & Ball Inn in 1776. by David Henderson, 2026

"In the spring, cricketers are fresh and eager; ambition within them breaks into bud; new bats and flannels are as chaste as the April winds", Neville Cardus The cricketers arrived on the opening day of the season. There were the keen ones, with oiled bats, ironed whites, and confidence from six weeks in the winter nets. There were the rusty ones, with cricket bags unopened since the last Sunday of the previous September, who discover a solitary batting glove and a pair of socks with a faint archaeological aroma of another era. And there were the fair-weather cricketers who only confirmed that they were playing once the Met Office guaranteed conditions fit for a single sleeveless jumper. The visitors were Nomads CC, a sociable and talented wandering club from London, who were asked to bowl first on what looked like a flat pitch for batting. Rupert Preece and Adam Jay walked out to warm applause under blue skies. 12 -0 off six overs became 18-2 off 9 when Preece, and then number 3 Dave Turner, both fell to smart stumpings. Guy Ladenberg walked out with a pristine new bat, knocked in across the winter with the devotion of a man restoring a vintage car, and was bowled third ball for a duck. He might have heeded W G Grace’s advice to “never treat a straight ball with contempt”. At 94-6, Dave Henderson and Neil Wood came together for a 6-over partnership that yielded 60 runs. Henderson’s 89, with 16 boundaries, was the backbone of the innings. Wood was out to a one-handed catch, having scored an impressive 28. The most surprised person on the ground was Wood's father, who said he didn't realise his son could bat. Nomad’s Rob Jones announced his arrival with five wickets on debut. Brigands 178 all out off 40 overs. Tea was taken outside in the sunshine on new picnic benches donated by our friends at the Bat and Ball Inn. Richie Hay, the much-loved Match Manager, moved among the teas with the air of a man who could arrange a wedding, a village fete, and minor military manoeuvres without breaking into a sweat. Pete Tomkins and Nigel Lovett-Turner arrived to show support. Nick Harris turned on the clock. Caroline Beardall checked the scorebook. Nervous football fans watched the start of the Premier League "decider" between Manchester City and Arsenal on their smartphones. And then there was Mark Smith, the groundsman, who proudly surveyed his luscious green outfield with pride. Rob Manson was the pick of the Brigands' bowlers, 29 for 1 off seven, straight and fast, overs. Father of three, Dave Turner, hit the stumps from mid-off with a direct-hit run-out that would have pleased Jonty Rhodes. Neil Wood's nine overs went for 48, the rusty-first of them consisting of five full tosses. Mike Beardall was 24 for 1 off six. Reeve and Jones anchored the Nomads' chase with a composed 70 and a quick-fire 50, respectively, as “The Camels” meandered toward the target. Jim Morris came on to bowl after 36 overs with just one run needed. One of the Brigands' fielders remarked that "the game was close until Jim came on to bowl”. Welcome back, village cricket. Brigands 178 all out lost to Nomads 179-4 by 6 wickets Photo credits: Adam Jay, Richie Hay, Caroline Beardall, Dave Henderson & Kris Newton

Broadhalfpenny Down Marks a Landmark Year in Style Following last year's fundraising, we have been busy during the winter months upgrading the pavilion. We have begun improving the car park area to cope with wet days, thanks to the support of Winchester City Council. We have installed a new hot water system and heating to ensure our visitors are comfortable. Thank you to everyone involved who have put in so much time and effort over the winter. 2026 is a celebratory year with the 250th Anniversary of the introduction of the third stump, and we will be offering more hospitality in the pavilion. Our events calendar includes weddings and parties, and the season kicks off with an Evening with ex-England cricketer Steven Finn at the Bat and Ball pub, opposite the ground on 22nd April. 2026 will be a landmark year to enjoy cricket and this fabulous historic venue.

We are hosting Gender Reveal parties in our lovely pavilion. Come and enjoy time with family and friends at this gorgeous venue revealing the gender of your forthcoming baby. We will provide a buffet of tea, coffee and soft drinks for £20 per person. If you wish to celebrate with a bottle of bubbly please feel free to bring your own and we will be happy to serve your guests. Get in touch with Tracy Murley on 07511626932 or tracymurley1962@gmail.com to discuss your event.​

A Spring game against The Saints in 2008, Matt Sturman and Glen Duggan walking towards the pavilion, and Mike Beardall and Graham Peach batting with slip fielders waiting. Nina is scoring, with Harry by her side, of course. Picture credit Alamy