A bit like coming home

Or, "The subtle charms of Royal Wimbledon"

It’s always had a powerful draw for me, Royal Wimbledon. Years ago we lived down the bottom of the hill, and my Cairn Terrier and I would take afternoon strolls through the woodland that borders the course, and sometimes peer through the fence at the rolling green contours. Then I played it a few times, and then a spell working there, so now when I walk…