In the absence of any significant cricketing issues to talk about this week, I thought I'd take you through my movements in the last seven fairly atypical days.

It was mainly uncharacteristic because there was no County Championship fixture last week - in its place was the match against Loughborough University which came at a good time for the club.

It meant those bowlers who had a heavy(ish) workload in the previous weeks could rest, whilst those batsmen who felt out of form could try to recover some of it against some competitive, but perhaps less than top class, bowling.

Furthermore, it allowed James Kirtley, such a vital cog in the Sussex wheel, a game to ease back into English conditions, especially when his bowling in the Caribbean had been limited by the weather and England's selection policy.

I watched some of the game, in between trips to the new gym at the ground for some light weights sessions and nets. Amidst the lifting of dumbbells (just heavy enough to maintain the work I had been doing with our fitness guru, Ben Haining, in the winter) it was good to see Matt Prior dominating the bowlers.

His double hundred will not be the only one of his career and when he bats as well as he can there are few batsmen in the county game as pleasing on the eye (with his helmet on).

What a fine prospect Luke Wright is too - the more I see of him the more impressed I am and judging by the murmurs coming from various members dotted around the ground watching his maiden first class hundred, I'm not the only one so struck.

I was pleased, also, to see Kirtley running in with good rhythm through the sea fret. It bodes well for the rest of the summer (Kirtley that is, not the sea fret).

Saturday morning and the team's thoughts turned to the one-day game against Yorkshire the following day. Nets at Hove in the morning preceded the four-hour car journey to our hotel near the ground at Headingley.

There was time for a swim, sauna and stretch to ease the M1 out of our legs and then a fairly ropey meal in the hotel restaurant. The signs weren't good when my lasagne arrived three minutes after it was ordered. It was rubbery and tasteless - like chewing on an old inside thigh pad.

Still Monty, Chris Pickett (the stats man), Kirtley and I, salvaged something from the evening when we won seven pounds on the quiz machine, although within ten minutes we had charitably returned our profits to the machine.

Sunday morning and the mightily impressive new look Headingley cricket ground witnessed a mightily impressive game of cricket. Six thousand or so cloth-capped Yorkies enjoyed the sun and a good batting display by Sussex (which they occasionally, grudgingly applauded - only occasionally mind) and an even better one by Yorkshire (which they cheered infinitely more). Phil Jaques played superbly and can add another one-day hundred to his name, to go with his growing collection of English accents.

The Sussex bowlers returned down the M1 chastened by the experience (Headingley is supposed to be a batsman's graveyard!) but, county cricket being as it is, there was precious little time to reflect on the day.

A rest day on Monday (I imagine most of the squad worked on their cricketers' tans in the garden or on the beach) and then thoughts had to turn to this week's Championship fixture with Warwickshire.

To that end we have practised at the picturesque Horsham ground on Tuesday morning and I will spend the rest of the day contemplating doing battle with Messrs. Knight, Bell and Pretorious, to name but a few.