Monday, 30 December 2013

Richard's traveller's tales



Richard stayed with us before the New Year - I met him at Wareham railway station - gusts of wind rocked the cars in the parking bays - each People Carrier contained an anxious dad, rustling the pages of his Daily Mail - there was heavy rain, sluicing the taxis waiting for fares - I could not see Wadey from Jurassic Taxis - the bright windows of The Monsoon promised curries and pints of Ringwood Fortyniner

Later, after stewed apples and wonderful thimblefuls of Dows finest Reserve Port, sitting by the log fire in the snug, Richard told us some of his travellers' tales -

Kate, Richard said, was still in India, working as a volunteer on an organic farm, somewhere in the foothills of the  Himalayas - 

There's a picture of her and Jessie - behind them are young men with big beards, like Z Z Top, or miners in a Gold Rush town - they're toting their spades like Kalahsnikovs - 

Richard spoke of his bold daughter and her friend, making their way across a vivid crazy sub continent, from the backwaters of Kerala, to the cool air of Shimla - Kate learned her traveller's craft with Richard, in Mindano - 

When Richard glanced downwards at the evocative map of Northern India, I felt a surge of nervy excitement and happiness -

I opened my passport so that I could feel the electricity of airports buzzing in my veins -  



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