I was recently walking down the side of the River Severn one afternoon when I could hear a lot of noise from the playing fields next to me and on the opposite side of the river from Worcester Cathedral. I could see three games of school rugby being played in good spirits, with applause at appropriate good play. A very refreshing change from the whooping and whistling that seems to have invaded our lives.

I am not a great spectator of sport, having been a very active player I always wish I was back on the field. Nonetheless, it is always great to see games being played. As I walked on my way after, a brief stop

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