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| The way into Heather for lodgers Hinckley and their guests... |
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| The new grandstand, which I'd not seen before... |
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| Corner view... |
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| After all, this is what it's all about, I guess... |
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| Clock through the net... |
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| Dinky main grandstand... |
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| People try to hide rollers from me but I found this one... |
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| Time to pee in the conifers... |
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| Callum Burgess springs into action, hoping manager Edwin Starr Greaves notices him... |
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| Rich Morris kicks balls and grills bears... |
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| Heather's lovely back-drop and I'm not referring to a trampolinist... |
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| Ned Kelly hides his helmet beneath a pelmet... One coach protects another's scalp from direct sunlight. Such a team ethic... |
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| Chris Cox has returned but Edwin appears to be having trouble drawing his Colt 45... |
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| Hinckley 'keeper Jack Hartopp is beamed up by Scotty... |
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| Are you Aldershot in disguise? |
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| Coventry skipper Martin Hutchcox has a little trouble with his hold-ups... |
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| The Bodging, fearing The Bear behind him, remains in the shade... |
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| A peach of a sky... |
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| Good venue for soccer... |
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