The queue is so very British with people lining up for hours in order and perfect lines. I honestly didn’t know what to expect from the queue other than a long wait, when we arrived there were already row and row of people. I will be honest, walking into that field and seeing all those people my heart dropped and I started panicking we wouldn’t get in. Following the stewards into our place in line we are given a queue card each with a guide on queuing (yes your read that right, we got an actual leaflet with a guide on how to queue). The queue cards are numbered so if you lose that you will end up right at the back of the queue but even arriving as early as we did we still ended up number 6301, at this point I was still a little worried if or when we would get in.
We got in our spot, got comfy and settled down for a while. Looking around the field it was a fairly comfy set up with food stalls, coffee vans and portable toilets, also located near the end of the field is a cafe too. In front of us in the queue was two young girls who later told us they had spent the night travelling down so they spent the morning trying to get some sleep and behind us in the queue were a family with a young boy, they lived local and were Wimbledon queue veterans. Nowhere else have I ever seen such a mix of people from different countries, religions, age and social backgrounds be so welcoming and so happy to be stood in a field. Thankfully with just a couple of minor showers the weather stayed bright which helped keep spirits up. Even so early in the morning their was a buzz in the air, champagne corks were popping and those that weren’t trying to catch up on sleep were laughing and joking.
Time went surprisingly fast and around 11 o’clock the queue started moving very slowly, from that point we didn’t get chance to sit down because every time we did the queue moved just a little bit more. Eventually we got out of the field and followed a maze of pathways with TVs and refreshments available. By this point we had spent roughly 5 hours queuing and still the grounds were no where in sight. Eventually we approached airport style security with baggage checks and metal detectors. Regulations say your only allowed one bag in the grounds so although it did cause delays it didn’t take too long. It was just after lunch time when we went over the bridge finally catching our first real glimpse of the inside of Wimbledon (the picture below does not capture the true beauty of the sight especially after waiting over 6 hours). We then reached the turnstiles where we finally bought the tickets (its cash only at this point). The feeling of walking into the grounds I will never forget, it was breathtaking by this point we had been awake for 12 hours and the day was only just begining.
I have to say words can not describe the queue experience and I would recommend everyone does it at least once. To me the queue atmosphere and the people we met while waiting were an experience in its self although I wouldn’t turn down tickets if I could get them.
I must add my husband although enjoys a game of tennis he isn’t as big a fan as me and he was nice enough to take me knowing how much it would mean to me but even he enjoyed the experience.