And what does one do on Boxing Day in Wimbledon? (other than eat cold turkey with one's parents, that is). Why, do as the rest of Wimbledon does - go for a walk on the Common (site, for me, of so many walks, so many rides over the years). We took a path less traveled (one with a golf course on its left - once upon a time, I was riding a grey pony up it when he was hit by a low-flying golf ball - he then moved at some speed ...). Beautiful clear sky and afternoon golden sun - I hope it's not another forty-odd years before I walk here again - preferably in weather that doesn't make Alice think that it's always cold in England (at least it hardly rained, this time ...).
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