Some of my friends think I’m ridiculously attached to Andy Murray. This post from 2013 explains why. Growing up in Scotland and loving tennis is a difficult path to follow and I should know. In my home town not a million miles from Dunblane, the weather was always rubbish. A lot of my school tennis … Continue reading We all love Andy now
To celebrate 2014 I’m copying this unashamedly nationalistic status from Facebook. Scots wha ha’e..! Yesterday I decided to see the old year out by watching the men’s Wimbeldon final (yes, that one!) on DVD. Well I was too tense to watch it properly first time round and spent most of the time ‘looking away’. During … Continue reading My thought for 2014: keep on running!
Growing up in Scotland and loving tennis is a difficult path to follow and I should know. In my home town not a million miles from Dunblane, the weather was always rubbish. A lot of my memories involve sitting in the clubhouse waiting for the puddles on the court to evaporate. I watched my first ever grass court … Continue reading Scottish tennis – Come on Andy!
As a child I hated Wimbledon. Why on earth were my parents glued to the TV when the weather was nice enough for the beach? But from the moment I picked up a racquet and discovered how hard it was to steer that ball between the white lines, I was hooked, and for most of … Continue reading That time of year again
No, this isn’t the local stately home or municipal park, this is Our Garden This Evening. If you’re surprised by the bizarre fountain (officially styled ‘Gothic Boy with Dolphin’ – ?) it was bequeathed by previous owners of the house. We keep meaning to get rid, but now it’s a case of ‘I’ve grown … Continue reading Bloomin’ marvellous