Dressed up to the nines and on a bike, heading to somewhere in South West London..

Where everything is very English and rather civilised..

Including the lunch..

A little clue..

Getting warmer…(in fact it was a scorcher..)

Yay! No.1 Court at Wimbledon to watch athletic Federer gracefully ease his way to victory..

Wimbledon has always had a special place in my heart and it has been particularly thrilling as an ‘adult’ to watch from the best courts….every year, with my best friends, we used to bunk a day off school to go and queue at the crack of dawn for tickets.  The cheaper Court 2 tickets were our favourites: you got a guaranteed seat plus in the first week when the timetable was chocca you were guaranteed to see one of  our idols fighting their early gladiatorial battles: Boris Becker, Stefan Edberg, Jimmy Connors, Martina Navratilova, John McEnroe, Martina Navratilova, Chris Evert..we were in seventh heaven..

Happy memories.

A StarWars like camera man..

The finish of the day was probably my highlight..a game of veterans doubles: Patrick McEnroe and Peter Fleming against the effervescent Mansour Brahimi and the unforgettable Henri Leconte..my youth re-lived, they had us crying with laughter..crawling on their knees to the line judges, nicking all the balls, taunting the opposition – and the ball boys and girls, spinning around before hitting shots, catching tennis balls in their pockets…it was pure class and showmanship..and for all their tricks..they still won!

The perfect way to end a perfect day..before we cycled off into the sunset..

Laters, Kate x