Monday, April 7

Yesterday Sara told me about the delights of Wimbledon Village and Wimbledon Common, and she also explained where to find them. Today the weather looks good and the wind seems to have dropped. I decide to follow her advice and find them.

I walk up a long incline and arrive in the village which seems like a very different world. I go in and out of the many charity shops and then, behind a small market, where the stalls contain handmade breads and artisan cheeses, I find an entrance to the common.

Schools start their Easter holidays so the common bursts with activity. I wander aimlessly and photograph an ice–cream van in the distance. For some reason I don’t stop to work out I have overlapping memories of my childhood and of Auo as a child in England.

Eventually I find my way back to the same entrance, not as easy as it sounds, and retrace my steps back to the station at the heart of Wimbledon where the trains, trams, and tubes stop.