Exclusive: Judy Murray fears for her tennis legacy
There is a soporific calm in the drawing room of the Cromlix Hotel near Dunblane. The wood panelling and heavy drapes keep the morning sun at bay and the only sound is the snap and crackle of logs on the fire. Then in bounces Judy Murray with a snap and crackle of her own and it’s as if there’s been a power surge. This is Murray as I have always envisaged her: a pixie-faced dynamo, commanding yet congenial, focused yet unguarded; and capable of taking on all-comers.