As you've no doubt guessed from the photo, it was only my Vibrams that graced court number 1 yesterday, and only in the stalls. I sneaked in a quick photo with my foot up before the place filled up and we became sardine-like spectators.
In the morning, before heading to Wimbledon, there was time for a mini-hike up Box Hill, the not-very-high, second highest point in the South East of England. Or something like that. Glorious sunshine, so a chance to get some vitamin D into the bargain.
Before I started blogging, when I lived in London, I would run up and down Box Hill with the weighted vest 3 or 4 times on Sunday mornings. One particular route is even tougher than the Wreken Dark Side, albeit not as high. The path is almost like a meandering staircase with steps too large to trot up, forcing large, energy-sapping strides.
Needless to say, Mrs M and I took the scenic route this time.
At the tennis, we saw some European guys, then Venus Williams, then Andy Roddick against some German guy. The difference between the first men's game and the one with Roddick was phenomenal. Roddick is like a man possessed. I can't imagine what Federer is like to watch live. ... Read more






















