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Having scooted off to get a first look at defending champion Novak Djokovic on the grass (and that included the whole helicopter deal) your intrepid Global Chick galloped back to Eastbourne as fast as her steed could carry her to be back in time for the Men’s draw this morning.
Once again the Slam draw on the women’s side could be one of the most open draws we have seen in recent times.
It really is a different slice of life, driving two hours inland to Stoke Park for a day at The Boodles, where defending champion Novak Djokovic was taking a turn on the green stuff.
The sun may have been shining, but it was not long before the first dark clouds of the day began to gather. Thankfully not on the seagulls and the tennis watching public but on last year’s Wimbledon finalist Genie Bouchard.
There is just one week to go before strawberries become a rarity in British supermarkets, Pimms recipes result in warring neighbours and yet once more, we wonder why Wimbledon insists on calling a posh-end hot-dog a ‘Dutchee’?
Oh it has been a bit of a trial to get from one side of the country to the other, as it turns out. Cars inexplicably decide to stop in the middle of motorways and then there is this pesky rain that gets in the way of everything.
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.
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.
So much for those weathermen and their long range predictions – today was a day of trench foot, and yearning for fish and chips.
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.
On a far nicer day than yesterday in the Midlands, after the shock of some of the tournament’s biggest draws packed their bags and either headed off to the sea-side or back to the Big Smoke, we focused our attentions on top seed Simona Halep.
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 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...
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