There isn't much to tell to be honest. We arrived and parked in the debenture car park. We were then ferried by golf cart from the car to the edge of the road across from the ground. Walked in. Bought some tacky souveniers
had a splendid champagne lunch. Took our seats for the tennis. Watched the tennis. Went and got pimms. Watched the tennis. Went and got strawberries. Watched the tennis. Left to go to the loo and left my ticket in my seat.
Begged with the nice airforce lady to let me back in. My friend left to go to a hen party and I remained to watch the remainder of the Murray match. Murray won. They put the roof across. I left. Ate my strawberries. Caught the bus down to Wimbledon station. Mr Wench came and picked me up. I went home and went to bed.
Haven't sorted my photos out yet though.