From worship at St. Pauls we hopped on the tube and about 45 minutes later were at another temple: Centre Court at Wimbledon. It was interesting to see. It’s basically a really big country club, minus the golf course, covered instead in tennis courts. (There’s a golf course across the street.)

Located in more relaxed and quaint village in London, Wimbledon is a private, member’s only club. They say the easiest way to get a membership in Wimbledon is to win the tournament. Though membership in Wimbledon isn’t just a matter of money, it’s also a question of “What have you done for tennis?” I think that’s a good question.

There is a museum with interactive displays, a gift shop, and of course, a tour of Centre Court which is only used during the two weeks of the tournament in June of each year. But they’ll make an exception in a couple of years when the Olympics hit London.

It might interest you to know that they know the height of the grass on Centre Court down to the millimeter. I believe I recall them saying  six millimeters was the perfect length. It was at 8 mm when we were there. They only cut off 1 mm at a time in order to maintain the health of the grass.

Wimbledon is one of those take it or leave it things in London. If you like tennis, as my daughter does, then I’d say it’s a must do. If you don’t care so much about tennis, I’d only do Wimbledon if I had lots of extra time and nothing else I wanted to see. That said, I’m glad we did it. Madison enjoyed it. It was kind of cool. The village was relaxed. And, I can say “I’ve been there.”