Normally I’d follow it, tracking its scattery path, willing it to land. But not here. Not on Court 5. Not on break point.
The Community Sport Centre at Roehampton, the Wimbledon-qualifying venue, isn’t butterfly habitat. Not like Barnes Common, which was teeming with little flutterers when I made my way from the station. Here the habitat is human-oriented: tents, green canvas, the evocative plock of ball on string. But then butterflies can turn up anywhere.
