We had such fun at Wimbledon yesterday! We queued in Wimbledon Park for two and a half hours in 30 degree sun playing cards and reading the newspaper before we could actually start making our way into the grounds, which were swarming with people all over the place. I LOVED all the colours, sundresses, big sun hats [except the one belonging to a lady who pushed in front of me with one] and the excited buzz. We watched Haas and Andreev, a bit of Ferrero and Simon, Wozinacki and Lisicki, men’s doubles, mixed doubles, ladies doubles…everything really. My favourites: seeing the Williams sisters playing four games of doubles [we got there too late], the Junior Wimbledon boys tennis [6-4; 6-7; 9-9 and the play was suspended because of the light at 9.30pm!] and then sitting squished like a sardine on Murray Mound watching his epic match against Warwencka amidst all the jovial, singing Brits. That went on until 10.45pm last night and ended with everyone on Murray Mound up on their feet bouncing, jumping and chanting Murray’s name [hugely influenced by the day’s Pimms, but nevermind]. We got to bed sun-kissed, full of strawberries and tennised out really….lots and lots of fun. Oh, if you do go, two words of advice: sun cream and patience [queues have become synonomous with Wimbledon, in my mind anyway, for those in the cheap seats!]
ps. yip, I had a boiled Bergamot sweet from France in my mouth. Caught out. But yummmm.