Mango and sticky rice for breakfast, enjoying the swing, kitten Thunder is very playful.
We had to stop by Brooklands if we were going to make it all the way to Ooty! We had a tasty vegetarian lunch and then enjoyed the gardens. We took a walk in the tea plantations and got very sweaty — and we saw this imposing guar! Unlike my memories, Brooklands ‘afternoon tea’ was just a cuppa tea and a biscuit in the dining room — no elaborate tea on the lawn with bread and homemade jam.
I took M and my friends to see Selborne. It was very special to walk down memory lane with them. My daughter had so many questions — what did you do in your free time? Where did you shower? What was your uniform? Did you play outside? Did you pick your roommates? Was your room messy? Such a flood of memories came back! I remembered the utterly stupid/ mean things I did and said and thought. I remembered the nurturing love of some staff and others reacting to Indian culture and being stressed out. I remember learning to play Fighting Solataire, bucket baths, and playing guitar on our bathroom step.