2018 was another tour. Like all the other ones. That is, we played some great cricket and some terrible cricket. Fraser's maiden century and Jason King's trumping of it will live long in my memory, as, unfortunately, will our fielding against Methigion.
After the rain had washed away any chance of play at Bugle - a cruel irony given how dry the summer had been up to the start of the tour - we beat Pencarrow and then Boconnoc by convincing margins. In both games, Matt Cook, Chris Ferro and Duncan Chave contributed to large Mystic totals (in the Boconnoc case, a new record). Oli Sleeman scored a beautiful century for Pencarrow, but was stopped when he hit the sharpest of caught-and-bowled chances back to Fraser.
Methigion out-played us in every aspect of the game and won by a margin that equated to almost two runs an over. Only Sam's 50 (featuring a six on the biggest ground we played on) and Will's batting were redeeming features. Saint Neot played out for a draw after a beautifully judged declaration game left their number 12 having to survive Chris Cook's last five wicket-seeking exocets.
Friday's game at Lanhydrock was one for the connoisseur, with a languid 138 from Fraser bettered by a quite astonishing solo effort from the home team's Aussie. We bowled and fielded as well as could be expected, but just couldn't defend 245. At Sidbury, Hoops led the Erratics to a total we couldn't overhaul, and we had the worse of a draw. The Broadclyst game was also heading for a draw after Sid's 84 took us to 217 and Broadclyst decided to shut up shop following a run of wickets. But then Pete came on and took four for nine as the last five wickets fell for ten runs in the space of 26 balls.
Pete, who scored runs, took important catches and bowled himself into the ground at the end of the week, was the player of the tour. Laura, the youngest of the Cook-Troon party that was deprived of their luggage after a replacement-coach journey from Frankfurt to London, was the supporter of the tour.