Just spent 8 days in St Lucia watching my son play cricket for 4 of them (supposed to be 5 but rain killed one day).
Nice to be in the heat again for a while, a real joy having the opportunity to do this. They won all their matches, my son didn't play anywhere near his best (which tbh isn't that high) but he got stuck in and kept on trying. Managed to bowl the only maiden of the entire tour which I think is something he could be proud of. His last spell was crazy. Got tonked for 6 on his first ball, then bowled 4 dot balls followed by a wide. Next over the maiden. Last over he didn't get hit for runs again, but his last 2 balls were wides as he was knackered.
Anyway got to know a few other parents a lot better (some good, some absolute English posh dickheads), drunk a few pitons, did 6 hours on the treadmill in total & had a cracking day out on a catamaran. Also ready 2 Ant Middleton motivation books as I'm struggling to get my shit together at the moment from a macro point of view, so that was good.
Holiday for the soul, this one.
See GOM for further thoughts.