About the protesting Indian farmers
Earlier this week, we drove from the farm in rural Haryana back to Delhi, and following Ms Google’s advice, we came via the Singhu border. I’m sure all my Indian …
Serendipity in the hills
Sometimes social media is an amazing thing. Sometimes, of course, it isn’t all that great. But yesterday, social media did its thing. Good ol’ Instagram, high up in the hills …
The summit that wasn’t meant to be
So here I am, back in hot and humid Delhi after an absolutely marvellous climbing trip in the Himalayas. First things first: I did not summit Gangotri 1, and in …
Music to my ears
Having just driven down from the hills back to Delhi, our ears are still ringing from the endless car honking that constitutes much of Indian driving. So I, for one, …
Of dahlias and misty hills
Hello from Uttarkhand in northern India, where we are staying with friends in Mussoorie, a hill station. Ideally, I’d like to show you a photo of the Himalayan ranges that …
There really is nowt so queer as folk
I’ve shared with you before my classic go-to Yorkshire expression “There’s nowt so queer as folk.” If the bizarre story below didn’t involve a rape trial, it would be laugh-aloud …