We’re spending some vacation time in London this week, and as soon as I can get some tennis stuff out of the way, the real fun can begin: You know, checking out the bike share (or bike hire, as it’s called here), sipping coffee at the cycling cafe Look Mum No Hands, shopping at Bobbin Bicycles for a British rain cape.
But in the mean time, my husband thinks we’ve traveled here for Wimbledon, so I’m humoring him. Here are a couple of photos from our first day at The Championships, where we watched Marion Bartoli, the sassy ninth-seed from France, upset four-time Wimbledon champion Serena Williams, and where third-seeded Roger Federer (near player above) brought down Mikhail Youzhny of Russia, but not without a four-set fight.
Yes, you can ride your bike to The Championships, the only Grand Slam tennis event still played on grass courts. It’s about 8 miles from the northeast corner of Hyde Park. The bicycle racks, which are located at Car Park 8, inside the entrance to Wimbledon Park, were already filled when we arrived at 11:30 a.m. The toddler in the foreground played drums on the helmets while his dad locked up the bike on which they had arrived.
Guess Dad needn’t have worried, though. Closed-circuit video surveillance is provided. Unlike almost anything else at The Championships, bicycle parking at Wimbledon is free.
Entry to the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, the private club founded in 1868 which manages The Champions along with The Lawn Tennis Association, is well-guarded.
These crates, containing not just any old strawberries, but apparently a cache selected especially for Wimbledon, were bound for accompaniment with cream at stands on the grounds.
A gentlemen of about 80 was wearing these slacks with a matching belt. They’re either the coolest pants I’ve seen, or the corniest; I can’t decide.