I buy a copy of the Guardian every day and am always glad that I do, as there is invariably an article that I feel richer and better informed for reading: often it’s the Country Diary, sometimes it’s political, occasionally music or culture. On Monday, it was sport. Jonathan Liew’s recollection of third days of Ashes test matches (What we talk about when we talk about cricketing dads isn’t as simple as Bazball, 18 June) not only enthralled me, its denouement blindsided me to the extent that I shed tears into my early evening beer in the garden. Simultaneously heartbreaking and life-affirming, it raised sports journalism to another level of emotive resonance for me.
Phil Robinson
Bristol
• There was a strange omission in Felicity Cloake’s list of top ice-cream parlours (Do you scream for ice-cream? 17 June). How could Nardini’s of Largs fail to make the top 12 when its sophisticated and inventive array of products includes Irn-Bru sorbet?
Alasdair Gibson
Ledbury, Herefordshire
