Any cricketer who’s been there will tell you: there’s never a dull moment at Sully Centurions. This time it was custard doughnuts, buttock tattoos and a probable DinkyPooTwos record or two.
Continue reading Rydw i’n byw yn batty crease – Sully v DinkyPooTwos
Twenty-odd years ago the village moved its league fixtures from the lop-sided, horse track-bedevilled, windswept Common where you can watch village life walk past and chuckle heartily at all the bonehead drivers quips of ‘No ball’ as they drive past, to Bryn y Don.
Miles from Nowhere 