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We can hardly contain our excitement as we gallop at top speed towards the lush lawns of SW19, but Global Chick’s tour of hostelries around the outer-lying regions of this sceptred isle takes us from the Midlands to the coast.
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You have to hand it to the stoicism of this nation. We come out in all weathers, grimly determined to be on show at the merest hint of a speck of sunshine.
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So much for those weathermen and their long range predictions – today was a day of trench foot, and yearning for fish and chips.
In the early 1700’s, the British Empire was the center of global commercialism. At its height, it was the largest Empire in history - ruling over almost half a billion people - and for over a century, the foremost global power.
The sun might have been shining but that does not mean that the self-styled capital of The Midlands was giving out a warm reception.
By the time Roy Emerson had won the Swiss Open title at Gstaad five times in the sixties and returned to lose in the final to Ilie Natsase in 1973, he was falling in the love with the place. For a country boy from the flat Out Back of Queensland, the soaring Alps encased in their mountain greenery which were so visible from his room at the imposing Palace Hotel offered a spellbindingly different view during the summer months.
After the rain clouds lifted in Nottingham, it was fitting that a young and exciting player Ana Konjuh made her mark in winning her first WTA Tour title on a Monday morning final.
The week after a Slam is always pretty peaceful, the sound of birds flying through the summer breeze, the gentle clinking of glasses as Pimms is enjoyed on the patio… the scampering of feet as the rainclouds gather!
Let’s be honest – the only grass we really care about is almost at the end of the District Line (that’s the green one on the Underground map) and we are getting ever closer to strawberries and Pimms.
The terre battue is quieter now, the bludgeoning whacks and spectator roars now making way for French traffic’s distant snarls and the morning coos of Parisian pigeons.
The sun is shining, the grass is covered in dew and it’s time for us to just take a breath and think about the last two weeks on the vibrant clay of Paris.
The clay court season is over, long live the grass! For an extra week as well no less...
Fifteen days, two men, one defining moment for the winner – it all came down to this. World No 1 Novak Djokovic took on Stan Wawrinka in the Roland Garros final.
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