Infiltrating The High Range Club

I need to say upfront that the photo on the left of the famous (men only) bar of the High Range Club in Munnar was not taken by me but plucked from the interweb. Read on to find out why. I’ve been dying to visit this famous bastion of tea planters as a lot of...

A Sleepless Night with a Firefly, and Farewell to Savanaram

Last night was like trying to sleep on a bed of nails – strange as I went straight off the night before. My only diversion during the small hours was a super bright firefly that had followed me into the room and stood guard by the bedpost twinkling at me all...

Sunshine But No Elephants Yet

Well I’ve made it – with a few misadventures on the way – all of which have righted themselves (forgetting my adaptor – cause of major anxiety as its loss would put the blocks on my working – but they’ve found me one), forgetting my iphone lead (turns out it was in my...

Looking Around The Grand Hotel, Eastbourne

My characters in Kurinji Flowers stay for a brief honeymoon at the Grand Hotel in Eastbourne – in the winter of 1936. As I happened to be in Eastbourne this weekend to meeet up with old schoolfriends I asked the hotel if I could have a look around and was...

Indian Immersion Down in Devon

I just broke through the fifty thousand word barrier on my new book Kurinji Flowers. Being here in Devon in the pouring rain is a great incentive to getting the words down. And even in the Devonian deluge, a good tramp down the country lanes always helps get the...