SW20 beats SW19 in the 'Berry Wars'
Not that my blog was ever in danger of becoming extinct, but it did require some virtual affection. So I'm back with some gupshup. Before I moan about August, the summer month that is increasingly turning non-summer, I must mention the surprise that June had in store for me. While wading through knee high grass in a certain district of SW20 in London I chanced upon clumps of shiny red fruit peeking out from wide green leaves. Closer investigation led me to squeal in delight. Rows of juicy-looking strawberries stared at me, just in time to welcome the start of the tennis season. I instantly went strawberry picking till both hands were full. Dusk was falling so I stopped. The following day I went out better-prepared and filled a small tupperware box. Soon two friends joined me in picking the latest 'crop' of strawberries. The unanimous verdict was something like 'yummm'. It wasn't long before Friday came and I found myself heading for the tennis courts a...