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No birds today – just trees.

If you move from India to the UK, don’t move in December.  You condemn yourself to weeks of dark mornings and grey afternoons.  But when the sun does shine in London in winter, it shines low in the sky and gives a beautiful light, showing off this tree in Regent’s Park in February.

The winter sun also gave me this great shadow in London’s Tavistock Square in January, of a drainpipe trying to be a tree.

Like the first photo, this was taken around 11am, so the low angle of the sun isn’t coming from the sunrise or the “golden hour”. It’s just the effect of winter at a latitude of 51 degrees north.  I don’t remember light like this in Bangalore, which lies much closer to the equator at 13 degrees north.

But I do remember one tree from India.  A banyan tree that sticks in my mind, because I spent two years hating it.

It lurks on the 13th hole of Clovergreens golf course.  And I would love to know how it causes every golf ball hit down that fairway to veer sharply to the right and lodge beside, behind, or inside the tree.

Top Ten Photos of India

I am in London now, looking back over my life in India. What did I enjoy most? The sunshine and the mangoes. What did Distant Drumlin’s readers enjoy most? Well, according to the statistics, you are fascinated by my post about red custard apples. Really? Why?

I want to try something new – a poll to see which photo of India is the most popular. It’s easy to take part; just look at the ten photos below, choose your favourite, then click on the poll at the end of the post.

I am including links to the original posts, but you don’t need to go back to them to vote – the photos are right here.

[UPDATE: Keep Voting! It’s New Year’s Day – 1 January 2014, and three photos are tied for first place: the tumbling flowers, the smiling girl, and the dog on the bus.  We need someone to vote for a winner!]

Let’s start with those mangoes.

Do you like the sunshine on these baskets?

Or do you prefer this photo, from the day in August 2013 that I finally admitted that Palm squirrels are cute?

Peeling the yellow skin off

I did get a little obsessed with bananas, so I am hoping at least some readers liked this photo of the gardener harvesting our bananas in January 2013.

Or do you prefer the photos taken on my trips out of the city, like this farmer ploughing with oxen?

Or did you enjoy the moment that I captured in March when I saw a man splashing water over a cow?

I took several photos of bullock carts– is this your favourite?

Maybe you prefer portraits of people, like this one?

Or do you prefer the Dussehra flowers tumbling out of the sack?

Or was this dog really the star of the blog?

I would love to have your comments as well. Let me know why you like a photo….or just tell me that the custard apple genuinely is the most interesting thing about the blog.

Filling a Drumlin-Sized Gap

This is almost the last post from my home in Bangalore. The packers were here yesterday.

And there are gods and flowers on the car dashboard to protect travellers.

If you are still keen to hear about life in Bangalore, and you need something to fill the drumlin-sized gap, I recommend clicking through to these blogs.

Bangalore Blogs

The author of Kittie’s Vindaloo moved to Bangalore recently. Read on to see if the city lives up to her expectations, somewhere between the sublime and the ridiculous.

All kinds of Bangalore subjects are covered by Bangalore – Nature and Life, not least the local birds, bugs, wild boars and squirrels.

For more birds, go to Residual Thoughts.

And I must plug the blog written by my friend Helen, who moved from England to California, and then to Bangalore. She writes about the exotic and the school bus on Towers Take a Trip.   Get there quick, before she too leaves Bangalore.

Other Blogs on WordPress with Indian Connections

Read about Mumbai as seen through the eyes of a longterm expat: Everyday Adventures in Asia.

If I can’t sleep on the distant drumlin because it’s too quiet, I may replay the recordings of Bangalore sounds on World Listener.

Random Recommendation of another Blog

Nothing to do with India, just high-quality photos of Canadian wildlife presented with a high-quality sense of humour: Krahnpix.

Last Burst of Indian Colours

I have chosen the wrong time of year to leave Bangalore and return to London. I’m going to miss the bright sunshine, the splashes of colour on every street.

Last Look at Indian Cattle

Only one more week to go before I leave India, so I’m taking a last look at the cattle of Bangalore. First, a close-up of a bullock looking tired after pulling a cart.

Then a calf, well-looked after by a family in a small village, petted by the village children, and protected by this cow house. Its only problem appears to be flies, but in the same village a cow was stolen recently, carried off in an autorickshaw.

Back in the city, this is what the well dressed bullock is wearing.

At least he had time to say goodbye to Distant Drumlin readers.

Bulbuls, Coucals and Doves

This is my last month in India. My husband’s job in Bangalore finishes soon, and we are moving back to the UK. I need to squeeze in a few more posts before we leave. Let’s start with one of my favourite places in Bangalore – my own garden.

The garden has palm trees, bananas, mangoes, bamboo, bougainvillea, hibiscus, jasmine and plumeria. There are butterflies, bats, ants, lizards, at least one snake, stick insects, giant snails and, of course, birds, like koels, purple-rumpled sunbirds, bulbuls, and shikras, with kites hovering overhead, too high for my camera, and parakeets flying past at dusk. Here is a round-up of the recent bird activity.

This pair of spotted doves spend a lot of time perched on the roof of our house, but they often come down to ground-level, and peck at the dirt.

I don’t know if this is a seasonal thing, but the local bulbuls are getting boisterous.  They fly in to the garden, land heavily on a branch, making it bounce up and down, then fly off again. They do sing, and they do eat, but everything happens too fast for me to capture it.  One bird paused for a moment on the corner of the house, just long enough for me to show you why it is called a “red-whiskered” bulbul.

And yes, there are red whiskers on the other side of its face too.

The next bird is the Greater Coucal.  I never see it flying gracefully.  I just hear its booming “cooop-cooop-cooop” call and see it crash-landing in the garden.  After parading once around the lawn, it then jumps up into the trees, and clatters around in the branches.

There is a good detailed description of the Greater Coucal on Krishna Mohan’s photography website.

Banana Stems

We harvested the bananas in the garden last Friday.  I will disappoint readers of my earlier post by admitting that I did not cook the banana flower – my excuse is that the flower was too small. Here is a photo of one of the leaves instead.

I thought we might need steps to reach the bananas, but we didn’t – the branches of the banana tree can be bent down to ground level by a couple of strong gardeners. Gardener Shankar harvested the bananas.  Then he got to work demolishing the entire tree with a sickle just like the tools from this post.

Then we took up Gardener Shankar’s suggestion of consigning the banana fruit to a wholesale banana shop for quick ripening. Last year we made our own storage box in the garage, and waited impatiently for two weeks for the bananas to ripen.   I don’t know what the shop will do, apart from store our fruit in a really hot room. Maybe they will just swap them for some ripe fruit?

As well as the fruit, we were harvesting the banana stem.  Our driver told us that he believed banana stems to have great health benefits in preventing and treating kidney stones.

The outer layers of the stem were stripped away, and the sickle was put to use again.


We weren’t impressed with our stem – like the flower it was too small.  But Dayalan went home with some pieces for cooking anyway.

How many Coconuts can you Carry on A Bicycle?

The one bike accessory that is essential in Bangalore is a string of tender coconuts.  The sickle on the handlebar is an optional extra.

One little detail caught my eye about the next bike – it is propped up on a stand. My own bike leans to the side when its stand is in use, but this one is sitting upright.  Am I naive in only knowing one kind of bike stand until now?

I guess it takes a strong upright stand to hold a bike steady when it is loaded with plastic containers.

If you do overload your bike, you can get it repaired at one of these places – Roadside Bicycle Repairs. But note the perceptive comment at the end of that post from B Gourley about the speed at which bicycles are being replaced by motorbikes on the streets of Bangalore.