Sefton Park Cricket Club

To quote the B52s, «funky Little Shack!». Any local cricketer will get the reference. Great club, great place and run by good people.

God was smiling on me the day I visited Sefton Cricket Club, undoubtedly the same deity who invented crosswords, bumble bees and Radio 4. With the afternoon sun baking the grass and a cricket match in full swing it couldn’t have been a more idyllic a day to sit outside and pretend to know what was going on. It felt like a trip back into the Edwardian age, one of wood smoke and cider, when the drowsy summer tranquility would be interrupted by a bicycle courier stammering out news of the Hun.
Sefton Cricket Club sits just inside the bordered vegetation of the park yet boasts a surprisingly varied selection of draughts that reduced me to a kid in a candy store. Judging by the first names being bandied around the place, everybody here knew everybody else in an envy-​generating manner of good will. I wish I had friends.
I’d recommend going here, but only under the exact same circumstances that I did. Then you can sit back with the sounds of leather cracking on willow and think of England.