There's a certain magic to British Summer Time. The evenings stretch out long and golden, beer gardens fill up, and somewhere in the background there's the gentle thock of a tennis ball being traded across a court on the TV. It's a sound that means one thing: summer has properly arrived. Tennis isn't just a sport here - it's woven into the season itself. Strawberries and cream, crisp white outfits, a cheeky Pimm's and that quiet hush before a big serve. And whether you're actually stepping onto a court or just soaking up the atmosphere from a mate's garden party, the style that comes with it is timeless.