I can't say much happened all day really, oh I mean, I went out, but the light was all wrong for getting a good picture of the day, everything just looked bleached. Anyway, I got the picture this evening, as ever, by chance more than anything else - the sky was pink as the light of the setting sun shone through the pollution from the power plant.
That aside, I have just witnessed the greatest game of tennis I have seen for a long long time. Never before would I have said I could have watched a game of anything for nearly four hours - this changed my perspective on it all.
The game was between Andy Murray, Britain's only hope, and Richard Gasquet, a Frenchman. Frenchy took the first two sets, and I had written Murray off for the third, but he clinched it 7-6, then proceeded to win the two following sets, making a huge comeback to swipe the match from under his opponent's nose.
I followed every point (being a British player, it had to be nerve racking at all times, and of course there had to be a huge chance of him losing it all - the spirit of Henman shall always remain), and was riveted to my seat as my dad, I should mention is French, kept trying to change the channel.
Wow, I'm slightly tired from having just witnessed that - Murray's got Nadal next, oh well, at least he got to the quarters...




























