Look, you’re not going to amass credit card debt over a day on Henman Hill. But you are going to pay to get in, you’re going to pay to eat, and you’re going to pay to drink. The grass itself is free, but the grass is a stage, and the performance costs money. Is it a scam? No, it’s a tradition. A beautiful, chaotic, slightly overpriced tradition that makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger.
So yes, you have to pay to access Henman Hill. But once you’re there, the sitting—the glorious, muddy, communal sitting—is on the house. Just don’t forget the sunscreen, or the blanket, or the sense of humour. And if you see me there, nursing a £9 prosecco and pretending I’m not sweating? Say hi. I’ll save you a spot on the grass.
