Cirrus@Austlit

‘The Districts' cricket clubhouse was a dark brick bungalow at the edge of a large suburban oval. Though the approaching summer would soon dry the grass to a stubbly hay and force spectators onto the marginally cooler cement verandah, on this spring morning the ground was still damp and green under Brian Gerrity's shoes. Sliding his key into the door of the clubhouse, he smiled as the heavy weights of the lock shifted at his touch...’ (Publication abstract)