A Guide to Wimbledon

This year I decided to join my friend in her annual queuing pilgrimage to Wimbledon. Now, I’m normally a ‘get-a-ticket-and-turn-up-on-the-day-with-Pimms-in-hand’ kinda girl but this year I was not able to beg, borrow or steal a ticket, no matter how hard I tried so I succumbed to the queue.

So, on Sunday at midday I met my friend, with a hangover in tow, at Wimbledon to begin our mammoth camping and queuing session in SW19 all to catch a glimpse of our favourite tennis players.

After an overnight camping stint and a wake-up call of 5.30am I was exhausted by the time I got into Wimbledon at 10am and passed out on Murray Mound (previously Henman Hill and Rusedski Ridge) for an hour’s sleep. The sun was shining and when I awoke I had turned into one of Wimbledon’s infamous strawberries, not a good look! How was I supposed to impress Federer on centre court that afternoon looking like that!? Thankfully after a five-set thriller I don’t think he was up for pulling girls out of the crowd in rock-star concert style.

All in all the camping was great fun and really adds to the experience and excitement of Wimbledon. There was a great atmosphere and not to mention the great location of seats available on centre court for the first 500 in the queue. However I would have packed a better picnic, our next door neighbours had the right idea with red wine, gourmet sandwiches and homemade quiche.

My fashion highlight of the tournament so far has to be tennis skirt. I mean how great was Venus Williams’ twenties ruffle skirt!? Sue Barker eat your heart out.