Author Archives: gaelharrison

I have got to the stage when I have finally relaxed. The sun is setting and the Honeybee brandy is at my side, and the gardeners are watering the grass. In some palms beside the frangipani tree some crows are … Continue reading →

Shiva met us the morning after our bird watching trip, full of glee and excitement. He had taken tourists out at sunset that same day, and ‘Lo and behold, there was a sea eagle eating a vine snake on a … Continue reading →

Babblers, nightingales and coppersmith barbets. I have suddenly extended my vocabulary and can now differentiate between a bee-eater and a kingfisher. The great Shiva took us on a bird watching odyssey yesterday at 6.30 a.m. He made us plough through … Continue reading →

  Go Go Goa! It’s only been eleven days, but already I am thinking this might be the ideal place to retire. By chance we chose the most perfect location, a studio apartment in one of several lovely coloured houses … Continue reading →

The night train to Allahabad in Uttar Pradesh was good. I really do like the rock and roll of the movement, and so I stretched out on my top bunk, the miles sped past and we arrived at dawn to … Continue reading →

Sitting in this beautiful house in Goa, with the birdsong and the frangipani trees outside, the last two weeks feel like a dream away. I have just washed out dresses and tops that I wore in Pushkar and Calcutta and … Continue reading →

It is six days already since we arrived in India and I am sitting in a garden that is lush, green and oh so quiet. Only the twittering of birds for company. A lady in a rose pink sari is … Continue reading →