Empty Pies!

After a tough afternoon of standing around on a field of mown grass, punctuated every now and then by brief moments of excitement as a small red thing goes whizzing past, there is nothing better than sitting down to well earned tea. Usually consisting of sandwiches, maybe some small sausage rolls, a glass of squash, a cup of tea and preferably something sweet afterwards.

After such an afternoon this past Sunday, the gods of cricket played a cruel trick on me. Having eaten a selection of sandwiches and a small sausage roll and having drunk a couple of glasses of squash and a cup of tea, I picked up a little pie that looked a bit like a mince pie. I wondered what was inside it. Possibly apple? I bit into it and tasted… pastry. It was empty inside. What a disappointment. I tracked down another one and it too was devoid of any tasty filling. There was nothing left to do but to take a picture to record the tragic event.