On Saturday, having watched the women's French Open final, I wrote up my thoughts about said Championship. I even saved it, on a thingummy that I left at relatives'. Well done, self. Those reactions have now assumed the stature of all my distilled wisdom about tennis, when they were nothing of the kind. I've caught very little of Queen's, it must be said.

Jill's Jolliest School: Angela Brazil

It didn't occur to me at the time, although there was a definite sense of familiarity, as you get with Brazil's copious output, but there's some similarity in set up with The New School at Scawdale ( Read more... )