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