So Robin Hood’s Bay…well people what’s not to like? Good question I hear you say.
Firstly, let me say, what a wonderful location for a Mildert B Cricket Tour. While we might only have had one full day in RHB, what a day. After an exuberant walk up and down some Yorkshire hills, disturbed only by the sweet whistle of the Vortex, we arrived in what can only be described as the quintessential British seaside town. Soon to be ensued by a trek to ascertain whether any pub was commendable enough to show live sport, specifically the Ashes – unfortunately not, although I consider this to be the only factor marring the otherwise unblotted record of RHB. But that’s enough scene setting, I’m going to share my top three things about RHB:
1) the sweet shop that sold bags of giant strawberry sweets, strawberry kebabs drenched in a chocolate fountain and some weird and wonderful chocolate that Edd Hind deemed a must-have;
2) the sea and a multi-level human pyramid. It might have taken a couple of attempts but it was a feat of human endeavour to see an athletic Andrew Grant elegantly clamber to the top of a Mildert B pyramid in the shit-stinking North Sea. By god, it was cold but worth it;
3) a hard fought discussion about the top 5 inventions of mankind, and no Gemma Cuthbert X-rays cannot be included in our top 5, wonderful as they may be.

In short, RHB is a wonderful place that entertained about 30 slightly deranged twenty-something year-olds and for that we are very grateful. Thank you.

By Kit Charnaud aka “GirlKit”