This blog has been awfully quiet over the past week for one simple reason – I’ve left the continent. For one post only, Working for Grouse is coming live from Jaipur, the capital of Rajasthan in Northern India.
Besotted with Indian wildlife, devoted to Kipling and fascinated by British colonial history, this trip has always been on the horizon, but within a few hours of my arrival, I was beginning to wonder if I had bitten off a little more than I could chew. As Kipling wrote, “the first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it”. Well now I can tick that box. With the temperature at a steady 42degC, it could take some getting used to.
But then there was a heart-stopping encounter with old Shere Khan himself in a palm shaded nullah at Ranthambore which confirmed all my childhood aspirations that I should one day grow up to be Jim Corbett. What a beast, surrounded on his home turf by bee-eaters, spurfowl and langur monkeys with absurdly long tails – the Bandar Log of Jungle Book fame.
There is much more on all this to come, obviously, but suffice to say for now that Edinburgh airport will be a welcome sight indeed.