It’s that weekend in the year that says it is truly now the English summer.
Ascot and Glastonbury have come and gone. The past two weeks have been a lot of tennis on telly. Mum was hoping to take Little Tyke to experience Wimbledon but when she didn’t manage to secure any tickets, she thought to take all of us to Wimbledon Village to soak in the atmosphere at Middle Sunday when there was no play – and therefore Wimbledon High Street wouldn’t be crowded.
We wore our Polo Tennis Whites with our Wimbledon armbands. And our our Wimbledon-themed Hindquarters leads and collars – ready for a photo-op.
Little Tyke even wore his Wimbledon shirt
We took the opportunity to have Sunday Roast at Rose & Crown – a pub in Wimbledon Village.
We hadn’t realised that at Rose and Crown, there was a “Walk of Fame” …
Yay! There’s Roger Federer – wishing him much luck …
But we also like Djokovic!
So it will be an easy Wimbledon Finals to watch – Mum won’t be nail-biting. She’s a fan of both but maybe Federer has the edge – because it would be nice to see him beat his own record.
Er, Little Tyke …
Got to work on that backhand.
We would of course have cheered on Andy Murray – but glad to have him back.
After our Sunday Roast
We walked on towards the Home of Tennis …
On Middle Sunday, visitors are allowed into the museum and shop – but not pooches. This was as far as we could go.
May’s comments: Wanted to take Sasha to Wimbledon but those corporate days of Centre Court tickets are long gone. Since those days, I’ve only managed to win the lottery of tickets once when I remembered to enter for the draw, but lucky to have won a draw when I was once a tennis club member. And then paid silly money for a debenture ticket. So maybe there were good things about that corporate world malarkey! LOL!
But maybe it will be just as fun for Sasha if we attempt to queue for ticket returns or just to enter the grounds to enjoy the atmosphere.
The Championships has always been my favourite tennis tournament – the traditions of blazers, tennis whites and impeccably manicured green courts, the strawberries and cream (not so much the Pimms), watching the Royal Box. And when the sun is out – it’s a party! A refined garden party of green lawns!
No dogs allowed of course – they would be running after all the tennis balls! So even on Middle Sunday, this was the closest we got to Centre Court.
And as mentioned earlier, this will not be a nail-biting men’s finals. Like them both. So will sit back and enjoy some brilliant tennis on a Summer Sunday afternoon.