Wimbledon

That's where I grew up. That's also where some kind of tennis-fueled madness takes over once a year. And it's that time of year again.



Despite growing up there, I only actually went once, perfering to beat the crowds and get the best of the action replays at home. That said, I rarely missed a game and used to schedule summer exam revision around the big matches.


My famly are all crazy tennis fans (my 99 yr old grandma still is!) and I have fond memories of watching the men's finals together on lazy afternoons after sunday lunch.

Wimbledon fortnight always makes me homesick for all the things I know and love about home, like...

... queues (!)...

...rain (!)...


... strawberries and cream, official food of the Championships (nom) ...

... and the Wombles of Wimbledon Common!