Wimbledon evokes nostalgia year on year, and this year is no exception. The only thing that is different is that the pleasure and memories increase. I scan the faces of the crowd looking for celebrities and imagine my Dad sitting next to me in front of the wide-screen HD TV; he would be marvelling at the technology as well as the increased pace of the game. My mother was a reasonably good club player as well, her forte at Wimbledon time was a plate of cucumber sandwiches and some shop-bought strawberry tarts. The curtains would be drawn to keep out the light and the food and tea passed amongst us. At the time we lived in outer London, so everything seemed very near.
As for me……… well Dalamory is dismal, damp and dreary today so it is the ideal time to stay indoors and watch the tournament which should be in the sun.
PS – The quickstep is going a storm…..