Oxford, in those days,

Oxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint. In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they had done in Newman’s day; her autumnal mists, her grey springtime, and the rare glory of her summer days – such as that day – when the chestnut was in flower and the … Read more

I’m sure many people

I’m sure many people who discover they are destined to be athletes before they know what kind, go through a period of revelation… when they realise instinctively that this is their game… I think I realised that those first couple of summers in Barellan when the War Memorial Tennis Club became my playground. Evonne Goolagong … Read more

It was a heavenly

It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in … Read more