And, clearly angered at missing just 10 short of a century, Parnell then bowled with hostility down the Nackington Roadslope, accounting for Rees in his third over to a sharp slip catch by Hockley.
On either side of the road, up the green slope and down on the lake side, turnouts and driveways for lovely inns, kooky ersatz Austrian mini-villages, hip coffee houses and eccentric galleries appear invitingly like pictures in a pop-up book.
The town of maybe a few hundred people is locked in a self-sustaining cycle of grief after a school bus slides off the road one morning, careens down a slope, and sinks in an icy lake.