Dilemma: this Saturday is Valentine’s Day. The girlfriend is at work, and I’m semi-planning to have something special set up for when she gets back.
The problem is, England v Wales in the Six Nations rugby kicks off at 5.30 in the evening, which is pretty much exactly when she’ll be getting back. So I’ll have to be all lovey-dovey, when I could be watching a freaking awesome game of rugby instead.
As I said, a dilemma.
Hidden behind those trees is the Bath Rugby stadium, The Rec, where I spent Saturday afternoon with the family, freezing my fucking arse off. I have not been that cold in a long, long time, and even a beer jacket didn’t help matters.
The whole green area was left to the city of Bath years ago by some rich landowner, with the stipulation that it was for public use. As such, Bath Rugby Club has only been able to build permanent stands along two sides of the pitch (on the left and centre-right of the photo), and have to take down the other two stands during the summer months.
The stand I was in is one of those temporary stands, constructed of scaffolding and not much else. The wind was whistling in from all angles and I was frozen solid. I’d even donated my hat and scarf to the girlfriend, being the gent that I am.
It was worth it, for the day out and because Bath won. I love going to the rugby, especially as I don’t go all that often, as it’s a different crowd from football. It’s much more a middle-class sport, although beer still makes up a huge part of the day out.
