Hello Beautiful Souls,
A slightly groggy happy sunny morning to you.
I just landed a few hours ago…
Instead of completing the Love Letter I started for you, I chose to revel in the wonderful privilege of accompanying my husband’s summer tennis coaching at the Wimbledon pre-qualifications. It was my first time there and a local friend gave me a tour of the enormous campus.
I was impressed by the understated elegance: the precisely manicured grass courts, the swathes of flowers floating in potted seas of dark green leaves, the living vertical walls with golden clocks sparkling in the sun (yes! it was sunny!), the sweeping terraces with vine covered trellises, the raised glass walkways winging their way across the skies so that the stars can get to their matches unhindered and on time…
It’s magnificent. A piece of art.
An enormous verdant garden, all for enjoying the art of tennis at it’s highest levels.





