A hamlet of 10 houses a couple of miles from a village in Somerset.
The cricket loving kid has no chance of playing cricket in school.
But his father is the wicket-keeper in the village team.
He accompanies him for the matches, hoping if someone is absent he'd get a chance to field and bat at number eleven.
His batting slowly improves and he becomes an opening batsman, usually holding one end so that others can score freely at the other end.
Soon, he has his first taste of first-class cricket.
Australians v Somerset at Taunton in 1961.
Soon, he finds himself reading a few Wisdens and Somerset Yearbooks.
A few years later, while studying South East Asian Studies at the University, he, along with a group of friends takes the train to watch a Test match.
England v West Indies at Old Trafford in 1969.
Another few years and he successfully earns a postgraduate degree in librarianship.
A few more years as a librarian and then he sets out to have his own second hand book shop.
This is what he had to say when I asked him about his early days as a book dealer:
"I started a general secondhand bookshop in the early 1980s, before the internet. I enjoyed it, and found that I could make a profit at it - not much, but enough to live on. However I was fed up with other dealers coming in, buying my best books and selling them for more in London, so I started attending bookfairs, in London and around the country. I felt that I also needed to build up a mailing list of people to send catalogues to. That was the main way to sell then, as you could wait for ever for the right person to come to your shop. I decided to specialise in cricket as it was an area I knew and enjoyed, and I felt that it was the right time. Ted Brown was retiring, and the other two cricket dealers were Martin Wood and John McKenzie. Neither of them could drive, which left the bookfair market open to me. For five years I went to bookfairs with a stock divided between cricket and general books. I went to about 40 a year, from Edinburgh to Truro, gathering names and addresses for catalogues.
When the shop lease came up for renewal I sold the general stock, the bookcases and so on to a chap who wanted to run a shop. I then retreated to my house, built an office and started sending out cricket catalogues. A bit later David Wilkinson joined the business, and he is still here, after 23 years and about 85 catalogues."
Christopher Saunders has become an institution.
He believes he has the largest collection of cricket fiction in the world.
He likes Nathan Leamon's latest book and 'Pradeep Mathew' by Shehan Kaunatilaka.
And has always enjoyed Alan Ross' writings.
He used to relax reading P.G. Wodehouse.
Now he does the same reading science fiction and crime novels.
He acquired Irving Rosenwater's amazing collection when he died.
And recently Yorkshire musician John White's collection.
There aren't many like him.
And, sadly, there won't be any more.
It all comes down to doing what you love.
The greatest satisfaction he ever had?
"The school always took busloads of us to watch the match against the touring team. I suspect the first one would have been against the Australians of 1961, where Bill Alley made a point of scoring a century against his countrymen. He became one of my heroes - fearless in the field, attacking as a batsman and picking up plenty of wickets as a bowler. Many years later I bought some of his collection at auction, including his Somerset sweater."
Christopher Saunders was born on November 21, 1949.