Inspiration may strike rare, but nostalgia is always available to disorient you. I was in bungalow in Bandarawela when nostalgia hit me. Nicknamed Tennis Bungalow for reasons I didn’t understand when I made the booking, in the hall of this stranger’s bungalow was a veritable temple to tennis. Beautifully framed…

Sometimes I wonder why I give so much of my time, so much of myself, and so much meaning to sport. Of course this is never in the act of actually watching live sport (or even highlights from years and decades ago — thank you, YouTube!). …