Game, Set and Match

You’d be forgiven, after the last blog on goats, to thinking that this catchy heading might be a prerequisite to announcing that we are now stocking venison and pheasant. While this is not beyond the realms of possibility, on this occasion we are in actual fact bringing a bit of variety to the table and discussing tennis.

Along with Christmas, pick your own strawberry season and my birthday, the Wimbledon fortnight is one of my favourite times of the year.

I love everything about it; the traditions, the old-school pomp, the pre-match build-ups, the theme tune, Sue Barker, the video montages (which always make me weep but not nearly as much as during Sports Personality of the Year), the underdog victories, the glamorous players’ box (not a euphemism) the pristine green courts that look amazing when the sun comes out, the fact that it is totally acceptable to drink Pimms for breakfast, Tiger Tim, who, quite frankly, could not be less of a tiger and even though I know this will not go down well with everyone, I even love Andy Murray a little bit. Many of us shed a tear when he alluded to his retirement in a press conference earlier this year. Nadal and Federer led the public tributes, pretending that they were sad he’s not on court any longer to pose a threat and then BOOM! First tournament back and he wins a title. So no doubt we’ll keep up with tradition and pile a load of pressure on him again at Wimbledon albeit in the doubles.

Anyway, you might be wondering what this has to do with the farm shop. The truth is very little. While Wimbledon is synonymous with strawberries and cream, we have our own traditions of watching it with a burger or sausage from the farm shop obviously but more importantly it often means harvest is just round the corner and we’re all getting match ready for that. As with Wimbledon, the harvest also requires a hawk-eye and there are certainly times when we could use a roof but fortunately new balls are not necessary!


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