Breathe a sigh of relief. The football season is over. You can stop pretending to care whether City or United are champions and start the debate about what really matters to you: at which round will Andy’s Wimbledon go pear this year and who is going to win the annual Ladies Singles grunt-off?
The Tennis Space is clever, informative and fun. It’s a cornucopia of news, reviews, opinion, competitions and off-court features, from Tony Hawks on his film Playing the Moldovans at Tennis to the burning question of whether or not the players will be emerging to music at the Olympics. Highly recommended.
Wimbledon is packed with everything you ever need to know about the nation’s premier tennis-fest, but is also a year-round site. It attracts more than two million hits a day during The Fortnight itself, when you can get blogs, tweets, match reports and Ronald Atkin’s famous Programme Notes, acclaimed worldwide from Nuneaton to Nebraska.
Your own serve may be a bit double-faulty but Sweaty Betty’s tennis section, featuring the completely gorgeous Stella MacCartney collection, will ensure you hit the net in style.
A week after Wimbledon, the marvellous East of England tournament at Felixstowe is (almost) like a return to 1971, when wood-framed rackets were king and everyone drank Robinson’s Lemon Barley Water. It’s tennis in a glorious time warp, complete with a magnificent little pavilion and bracing North Sea breeze. All that’s missing are the ball girls (one of which was me) from the sadly now defunct Felixstowe Ladies College.
Spend your next holiday finessing your forehand at the Florence Country Club. Tuscan Tennis Holidays offers rolling Tuscan hills and cypress trees, a gym and sauna and even a bit of tennis coaching if you have time to fit it in between sampling the ice cream parlours and Renaissance architecture of nearby Florence.