This is turning out to be a miserable winter in Cape Town. There’s hardly been a day in the past fortnight that it hasn’t bucketed down.

We were so desperate for tennis last Friday that we flayed around in a howling gale — and feigned enjoyment. The last time I witnessed such a prolonged deluge was back in 1980 in what used to be Uitenhage (now Kariega). It was rain of biblical proportions: seven days and seven nights. ..

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