A sunny afternoon in Galle and the young men grab their willows and their whites and head past the lighthouse onto the strip of green by the ramparts for a game of cricket.
The young men look on admiringly
As do the birds
The bowler hurtles towards the pitch and unleashes a thunderbolt in an unorthodox and, it must be said, somewhat questionable manner.
The batsman treats the delivery with contempt and drives it back over the bowler’s head.
Neither the non striker nor the fieldsman are entirely sure of the balls trajectory.
To add to the confusion just at that moment a Sri Lankan style pitch invasion occurs.
The Dislocated Hippies 