“Underground, overground, wombling free
The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we
Making good use of the things that we find
Things that the everyday folks leave behind”
The theme tune to The Wombles, little furry long nosed creatures created by Elizabeth Beresford who live on Wimbledon Common and pick up all the litter.
The last two weeks have been dominated by Wimbledon, the All England Club tennis grand slam. I like tennis, and have watched some most days from the early rounds and a surprising defeat for Djokovic, via wheelchair tennis and the hilarious invitational men’s doubles, to the finals at the weekend. And, watching with me, C – not for the tennis but in hope of seeing a real live wild Womble. Because Wimbledon.
I’m not sure I can adequately explain her excitement when this happened yesterday so I’m not going to try but she was thrilled – a Womble, at Wimbledon! There were mutterings about the poor Womble not being properly looked after, and how he really should come and live with us, so I’ve ordered her a small toy one. It was some time before I got to watch the tennis over the excited chatter about the Womble, but I’m really happy she got to see one.
“People don’t notice us, they never see
Under their noses a Womble may be
We womble by night and we womble by day
Looking for litter to trundle away”