I am going to put up the best bird photos my son took in Ooty — he’s sitting right next to me helping me blog these.
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.
We arrived Sunday. The first day we just focused on getting clean, getting a hot meal, and making sure we had enough blankets. Travel is no no fun. I wonder how I ever did the five day train ride. But I guess I did it without a toddler sleeping with me? The next day we walked to Hebron. My son, upon entering the gate, immediately saw life birds — the very ones he had hoped to see. Was he ever excited. And I must say, he’s a pretty good photographer for a fifth grader! The one below is a black and orange flycatcher.
And below — us on the logs. Here is where we started.