14 June 2015

‘And I love to live so pleasantly …
Lazing on a sunny afternoon’

Skerries Harbour in the afternoon sunshine (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2015)

Patrick Comerford

Summer sunshine and summer afternoons should provide more time for enjoying sailing and cricket. Just because I’m beyond taking part does not make me lazy. I had an enjoyable, relaxing Sunday afternoon today [14 June 2015], walking along the beach at Skerries, walking around the harbour, and then spending a little time watching Sunday afternoon cricket in Rush.

Earlier in the morning, I was in Christ Church Cathedral, where I was deacon at the Cathedral Eucharist, reading the Gospel (Mark 4: 26-34) and assisting with administration of Holy Communion.

The celebrant was the Revd Garth Bunting, the preacher was the Precentor, Canon Peter Campion, and the setting was the Missa Brevis S. Johannis de Deo by Franz Josef Haydn (1732–1809), sung by the Cathedral Choir

There was music too from Mozart, Orlando Gibbons, and Arthur Brown’s tune ‘Saffron Walden’ for the Communion Hymn, ‘Just as I am’ by Charlotte Elliott:

Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come.

I suppose I have come to love this hymn not only because of its associations with Saffron Walden, one of my favourite towns in East Anglia, but because of its incarnational call to acceptance of present limitations and gifts.

Walking on the beach in Skerries this afternoon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2015)

Those words, ‘Here for a season,’ were an important reminder to accept the gifts of the present moment. After coffee in the crypt, instead of having lunch in the city centre, two of us drove out to Skerries, and had lunch in the garden courtyard behind the Olive before going for a walk on the beach.

The tide was out, the temperature had gone above 20, the skies and sea were blue, and families were enjoying the sand and the summer.

We cut back in behind the Sailing Club out onto the harbour, and around the pier. Out beyond the harbour, a small crew were rowing parallel to shore. Inside the harbour, one woman was paddling on a surfboard, a man was enjoying the pleasures of a small kayak, a seal was basking in the water, and one man was stretched out, enjoying the solitary pleasure of sitting in the sun alone on a small yacht tied up to the pier.

Enjoying solitary pleasures in Skerries Harbour this afternoon (Photograph: Patrick Comerford, 2015)

They were innocent pleasures, but it brought me back to the summer of 1966 and Sunny Afternoon by the Kinks, which went to No. 1 in the British Singles Chart on 7 July 1966, remaining there for two weeks, and to No 1 in Ireland on 18 July 1966:

The tax man’s taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can’t sail my yacht,
He’s taken everything I’ve got,
All I’ve got’s this sunny afternoon.

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime …

Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
’Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

Of course, the words by Ray Davies are a parody of the protests by the rich against the taxes introduced by Harold Wilson’s Labour government in the 1960s. They are not meant to evoke sympathy for the rich but to depict their contempt or even failure to understand the basic needs of the working class and the impoverished.

But lazing on a sunny afternoon in the summertime, watching those who might think of sailing away … or not sailing away … was a real pleasure in the warmth of summer this afternoon.

Cricket at Rush Cricket Club this afternoon … a club with humble facilities and international achievements (Photographs: Patrick Comerford, 2015)

Later in the afternoon, we stopped to watch play at Rush Cricket Club, across the road from Kenure Parish Church.

Cricket is first mentioned in Fingal in the diaries of Margaret Taylor in 1830, when the Taylors of Ardgillan Castle, outside Balbriggan, played the Palmers of Kenure Park, Rush. Other estate teams in Fingal were associated with the Talbots of Malahide Castle and the Cobbes of Newbridge House, Donabate, in a day when teams were made up from the families, staff and tenant farmers and their sons.

The Fingal Cricket League started in 1926, but Rush Cricket Club was not formally founded until 1931. It has played on its current ground since 1969, when the former Palmer Estate in Kenure was broken up because of heavy taxation in the 1960s.

The present grounds are humble in appearance, surrounded by concrete walls on three sides, and with 50-ft netting to prevent sixes flying over the short boundary into the houses along the fourth side.

On a summer afternoon like today, it may seem to the outsider that there is little remarkable about Rush Cricket Club, a Division Two team in the Leinster League. During the dark ages in Irish cricket in the 20th century, it was clubs like this that kept the flame alive. Cricket has stubbornly remained an important part of sporting life in North County Dublin.

But Rush has a unique role in the 2015 World Cup. It is a club that can claim to have developed two captains in the tournament. The new England captain, Eoin Morgan, grew up playing for Rush, his local club, and the Ireland skipper William Porterfield honed his game here in 2006/2007.

I could have lingered longer in Rush this afternoon … or in Skerries. Summer afternoons should be filled with more time for cricket and sailing.

As I left Rush this evening, I found myself recalling the words of this morning’s Offertory hymn ‘All my hope on God is founded’ by Robert Bridges (1844–1930), to the tune Michael by Herbert Howells (1892–1983):

God’s great goodness aye endureth,
Deep his wisdom, passing thought:
Splendour, light, and life attend him,
Beauty springeth out of naught.
From his store
New-born worlds rise and adore.


Lord, you have taught us
that all our doings without love are nothing worth:
Send your Holy Spirit
and pour into our hearts that most excellent gift of love,
the true bond of peace and of all virtues,
without which whoever lives is counted dead before you.
Grant this for your only Son Jesus Christ’s sake.

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