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Watson makes winning switch to grass

Heather Watson, fresh into the world top 100 after her French Open first-round win, carried her good clay-court form over on to grass by defeating the 15th seed Chanelle Scheepers in the Aegon Classic in Birmingham yesterday.

Banahan out to pack a punch as England hand him central role

The England coaching team may be developing a taste for freethinking rugby as played by Ben Youngs and Chris Ashton, the two men who did most to bamboozle the Wallabies at Twickenham last Saturday, but there are things they still love more: namely, size and aggression. Hence the selection of Matt Banahan, the Bath wing, at outside centre for this weekend's meeting with Samoa, ahead of Delon Armitage, the London Irish full-back. Any wannabe midfielder who identifies with David Haye and Manny Pacquiao rather than Brian O'Driscoll or Jeremy Guscott must have a touch of the route-one about him.

The A-Z of European ferries

If last week clouded your opinion of flying, then Simon Calder has some ship-shaped solutions, from island-hops to cross-channel bargains

Watson ready for senior test

Three Sundays ago Heather Watson was celebrating her victory in the final of the US Open junior tournament, the first British girl ever to win the New York title. Today the 17-year-old from Guernsey faces a very different challenge when she plays her first match in the Aegon Pro-Series event in the north Devon town of Barnstaple.

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Herm Island: Lovers' rock

John and Julia Singer fell for each other on the tiny island of Herm 14 years ago. Now they've bought it in a multimillion pound deal

The Weasel: The ghost writer

The most evocative writer's home in the UK is owned by the city of Paris. "No house ever said so much about its owner," declares Graham Robb in his masterly biography of Victor Hugo. "Hauteville House gives one the distinct impression of being swallowed alive by Hugo." During our recent visit to Guernsey, Mrs W and I puffed up the steep street in St Peter Port to the four-storey dwelling of this titan of letters for 14 years from 1855. After we rang on the bell, a doorkeeper brusquely inquired, "French or English?" When this had been sorted out, we had to give our names and were told to present ourselves half an hour later for a tour in English. It was all a bit bureaucratic considering the former owner's disdain for authority. During the wait, we explored the garden, which, like the house itself, is immaculately maintained by its Parisian curators.