Orderly queues, Wimbledon colours and Andy Murray – Guardian photographer takes in the tennis championships in London
It was the sense of order that first struck me arriving at Wimbledon last Monday. The queue is the most well run and efficient. The security office where I collected my pass was the most immaculate I’ve ever seen; the attendant’s uniforms were spotless, the clocks were by Rolex.
That order continues once you’re on site. There are smartly turned-out young members of all the armed services (including the “redcaps” of the military police) helping with both security and directions. There are perfect crocodiles of ballboys and girls marching at a regulated distance apart. With their socks all pulled up to an agreed length.