Fascinating cricket match...

Last week we went into Yorkshire to a place called, cunningly, Yorkshire Lavender.

It was as you'd expect from the name, a lavender growing place, but was quite stunning in its location and scenery.

Fine, but what has it got to do with cricket you say? Well, it also hosts a terrific metal set of sculptures called "Yorkshire's Pride" which shows, in giant form, a cricket match in progress and the fielders appealing for a wicket.

As you can see from the attached pictures, Peaky couldn't resist the temptation to bring in son and daughter to pose for potentially the least threatening short field in the history of the game. My son can catch most things, but my daughter - well, she was more interested in plaiting daisy chains and feeding deer to be honest, but kindly humoured me! My wife suggested that the slip cordon looked set to sing "YMCA", but I'm not convinced. We were panthers, poised and ready to pounce...

Cynics might suggest that these guys were more mobile than some fielders we have had at Derby, but if you're in that neck of the woods (near Malton) it is well worth a look.

I also called in at Scarborough, a ground that I find completely fascinating and rich with history. Many a great performance has been posted there, although in 1935 a defeat there probably cost us the championship a year before we finally won it.

After five successive wins we needed to beat a strong Yorkshire to overhaul them and we started well, removing five batsmen for 131. On a lively pitch, the tail wagged to good effect as they reached 304 and then hustled Derbyshire out twice. It was in this game that our best batsman, Stan Worthington, was hit in the face and sustained a broken jaw and his loss saw us finish the season in second place. Many say that we played better cricket that year than in 1936, but the Derbyshire side of that period played some wonderful aggressive cricket.

The Scarborough ground has changed little since that time and sitting there on a pleasant Tuesday morning, it was possible to imagine Copson and the Popes steaming in to bowl at the Yorkshire batsmen.

It wasn't Chesterfield, but it is a lovely ground. If we ever play Yorkshire there again, I will definitely be there.