Summer in the City
THERE IS A LONG-HELD ASSUMPTION THAT LONDON IN SUMMER IS SOMETHING TO ESCAPE. THE OFFICES EMPTY, THE CALENDARS FILL WITH WEEKENDS AWAY, AND THE CITY IS LEFT TO THE TOURISTS. BUT FOR THOSE WHO ACTUALLY LIVE IN WEST AND SOUTH WEST LONDON, THE REALITY IS RATHER DIFFERENT.
August in West and South West London, for those who know it, one of the quieter pleasures of living here. The streets settle. The parks come into their own. Restaurants that are impossible to book in October suddenly have tables. There is a looseness to the city that does not exist at any other time, and the people who stay tend to enjoy it more than they expected to.
The season has its own calendar, and in this part of London it tends to begin properly in June. Royal Ascot draws a certain crowd from these postcodes north along the A332, morning dress and the right hat giving the week a ceremony that suits the area well. Henley follows shortly after, a long weekend on the water that many households here treat as something close to a fixture. Both have a way of making the summer feel properly underway before July has even arrived.
Tennis runs through the heart of the London summer in a way that few other sports manage. The Queen’s Club Championships in Barons Court arrive in mid-June, and for those who live nearby there is something particularly satisfying about them. Smaller than Wimbledon, more intimate, and with a devoted membership that gives the fortnight a character all of its own. The grass-court season beginning here feels like a private announcement that summer has started. Wimbledon follows two weeks later, and whatever one thinks about the queues and the strawberries and the inevitable rain delay, the All England Club in the final week of June remains one of the great sporting occasions in the world. Centre Court on a clear afternoon, with the best players in the game on the grass, is difficult to better. For those lucky enough to hold debentures or Members’ tickets, the fortnight becomes something to structure the whole early summer around. For everyone else, the ballot and the queue each have their own particular ritual, and both are worth the effort.