Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime

Can you believe it’s almost July? Mid-summer really is my favourite time of year; festival season, BBQ season, pretty dresses and no socks season. I’d take all the wasps in Lincolnshire over the cold and wet winter months any day of the year.

July also means another one of my favorite summer events – Wimbledon. I am the epitome of “avid tennis fan" who watches barely a scrap of volleying all year, but like those Robinson’s squash adverts, during the two weeks Wimbledon is on I’m glued to the tv as though my very life depends on the outcome. Undeniably fixated, often with my tongue protruding further out of my mouth than is polite, I’m hopelessly lost in a world of deuces and drop shots for the 12 days of the year in which I take most advantage of working from home. And I’m not afraid to admit it because I know I’m not alone. Apart from the pride of hosting this glorious event on our own turf (actual), I think us usual sports-aphobes enjoy the dazzle of the crisp white uniform requested of all players, and appreciate a match free from the frightful sounds of trainers squeaking on court as they do in most other tournaments. Not to mention the glamourous star-studded audience, and always the small glimmer of hope that we might one day be treated to another impromptu performance by Cliff Richards during rain-off.

Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime

Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime

We made the number one of all Wimbledon errors last year. We received a letter from the All England Tennis Club to say we had been successful in our application for tickets in the ballot (center court on Magic Monday - a dream come true) right in the midst of house moving/exhibitions/building and renovation planning/re-mortgaging hell and subsequently missed our two-week window to pay for and secure our tickets. So, we missed out. I’ve tried to look on the bright side but in fact, I don’t think there is actually a brighter side than sitting on center court on the second Monday of the best tennis championship of the year. That is literally the brightest side there is.

So instead we will be at home, watching on telly and drowning our sorrows about not being there in lots and lots of Pimm’s. At least we will have these lovely Festival Folk tumblers – the perfect vessels for quaffing this English summer staple from, and our cheerful jug for mixing and serving the seasonal cocktail, to keep the memory of failure at bay! Sorry – I realize this is all terribly dramatic, but nowhere near so as that day I discovered we had missed out on our tickets.

Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime

Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime

Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime

For a twist on the classic Pimm’s Cup, try using 1 part Pimm’s, 2-3 part’s sparkling elderflower and garnish heavily with cucumber, peaches, strawberries and lots of fresh basil. And I can highly recommend scoffing the boozy peaches when the jug runs dry!

Katie x

Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime

Pimm's and Wimbledon - British summer in it's prime