Many moons ago, (21 years!) our family spent the Fourth-of-July watching Wimbledom at a private golf and tennis club in England. My husband had business there and the children and I were left to self-entertain. The kids were off limits in the fine dining room, so we made the best of it!
We watched quite a bit of tennis in the bar, like the entire women’s finals, with my children kicking back baby bottles of Schweppes sodas. They were cute – the little bottles. The bartender loved them – the kids – and upon departure, gave my offspring all of the bottle caps so they could play with them, trading and bartering with the different colors. There had to be over 100 of them as we were there for a few days. (I didn’t keep my Stella bottle caps. No need to have that tally.)
We enjoyed our weird stay there, and I’m sure the Brits were happy to see us go. Venus took the championship that year, we took our private gloating back home, and that’s what the Fourth-of-July brings to mind for this American. No better place to celebrate than in Britain!
Happy Fourth Weekend!
No fireworks on July 4th in England. Or bbq’s, or parades. Really, not a great place to celebrate Independence Day!🇺🇸 🎆
But how ironic, isn’t it? We cream them in tennis on the day we celebrate our breaking out? It was fun to me!