Thank you linesmen, thank you ball boys

Today's touring was of Wimbledon; or should I say the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club. That's the sort of club it is. Traditional, rule bound and very historic. Well, mostly historic, there are some nods to the 21st Century.

Centre Court

Show Court No 1

Henman's Hill or, if you prefer Murray's Mound, being mowed

Outside courts

Nobody, not even the Club's 500 or so members, can play these courts which apparently are used only during the two weeks of the Championships. No walking on the grass, not even the grass in the public areas. No photos of anyone wearing white tennis clothes; they may be members whose privacy must be protected. Despite the rules, the guided tour and the associated museum were very interesting and worth the trip to south-west London if you are so inclined.

I did come away with a photo of the current Champion at the post match interview centre;

Gosh, he looks familiar!

Following that tour - and a fish and chips lunch in Wimbledon's cafe - I travelled four stops back up the district line to Fulham Broadway which was my local station when I lived in London 1974/75.

The street where I lived

Mine was the upstairs flat