This is a VERY British description of a village cricket tour, and it is uproariously funny. Nearly everything in it (I am told) would be met by a village cricket team touring in the 1970s, from the attempts to find a great boarding house that has lashings of sausage and bacon at breakfast (the team are booked in, but can't find its location) to putting women in 10th and 11th in the batting order when their husbands got lost. Its a classic book of British humour but harks back to an idyllic time that never really existed; it is certainly very well-written and every page just *has* to be turned. After Peter Tinniswood's books about "The Brigadier" and the village of Witney Scrotum, this book about the team Wodger (he can't pronounce his 'r's) captains is a must-read for all cricket lovers.