On that basis, I propose that Beach Cricket should be introduced as a new Olympic sport for 2016, at least as a demonstration event.
Of course the rules would need a bit of work to standardise them. For a start, we’d have to decide whether to play on soft sand, as in beach volleyball, or flat wet sand as if the tide has just gone out.
But it goes without saying that we use the child-size equipment that we’re used to, ie two foot high stumps and a short bat.
And it wouldn’t be beach cricket without the usual hazards – the sea on one size for the ball to be hit into, the occasional jellyfish to keep the fielders on their toes and the odd dog to run off with the ball.
The number of players would vary, depending on whether dad can be coaxed from under his newspaper and the deck chair where he is enjoying his postprandial snooze.
Rather than having time-outs, there would be compulsory breaks while mum rubs sun cream on shoulders and backs despite complaints that she’s also rubbing skin raw because of the sticking sand.
Scoring would continue until one side declares that it’s not fair and stomps off in a huff, taking their bat and ball with them.
Additional points would be awarded by the judges for bottom lip trembling and artistic sulking.
How’s that for inspiring a generation?