My feeling about sport in the UK is it's a) football obsessed (which we all know is a man's sport) and b) Advertised to women as a looks benefit rather than sport as fun.
In NZ the biggest participant sport is netball. On any weekend in school grounds across the country you will see netball games going on. It's a family activity. There are women's teams, men's teams, children's teams, mixed teams. If you're crap at the game there's a team for you If you're injured you run the sausage stall. Children not on the court would form feral packs and entertain each other while their parents play.
The same is more or less true for all sports. Clubs have teams for all levels including the tragically clumsy or those just want to give it a go without committing. During my teens/20s (the age at which most women in the UK quit sport) I have memories of playing touch rugby, hurling (I had a male friend who played so I'd join in occasionally) field hockey, underwater hockey, netball, badminton, rowing, kyacking, cycling and squash. I would go to women's skateboarding sessions on a Sunday where women of all ages would be crap at it together I wind surfed and sailed occasionally. I didn't have the equipment but would just turn up and borrow stuff. Deep water aqua aerobics were a particular favourite of mine, every local swimming pool ran sessions at sensible times. I also did one never to be repeated women's triathlon where there were prizes for lactating women, mother and daughter teams and women over 80.
Admittedly there was FA else to to do in NZ and the culture is geared towards outdoors but I struggle to find the same attitude here in the UK. Everything is just so organised, regulated and damn difficult to find. You have to ring/email, pay and book. There's no just turning up, borrowing some equipment and just giving it a go to see if you like it. I tried joining a UK club so I could get back playing one of the sports i had been very good at in my youth. They wouldn't sign me up unless I promised to attend every week and training started at 9pm. There was no 'come and see if you can still hack it' session. Sod that for a game of soldiers. I have family responsibilities and a full time job. 9pm is when I start looking longingly at my bed.
I feel I have gone far off topic into one of my familiar rants. DD (aged 13) accuses me of being fitness obsessed when all I ever do is try things that look like they might be fun. I have spectacularly failed to install that attitude in her.