Sibley turns Blatherwick off his ankles and down to the fine leg boundary. Happy to see him back in the runs after a summer of international disappointment.
Tom Bailey has the ball at the pavilion end, where a scattering of members are spread over the (newly upholstered) benches. He delivers a maiden, a couple of bat skidders, as Rob Yates tries to regain yesterday’s pizazz.
And so the season comes full circle: on the Lord’s outfield the players practise in woolly hats while the poor stewards standing in the shade try to rub life back into their fingers.
The second day begins with Warwickshire fluffing out their tail feathers, a lead of 42 and ten wickets in hand, after Lancashire were spatchcocked for 78.