Summer flowers
arranged in a vase
A new book on my lap

maybe not a Haiku by John Holman

Warm water, a sunny day and a nice clean pool. Why don’t I swim more?

The word hot simply doesn’t do this day justice. It was incredibly hot, and very humid and crowded and noisy and dusty.

I got a lift into Mysore that morning. We left at 8am and stopped for breakfast at a roadside cafe — South India food is delicious. The drive, which takes over 2 hours, was fast and comfortable. It’s always comfortable in India when you’re in one of the best vehicles on the road and your driver is a professional and you’ve manage to miss all the red buses and all the trucks and the bikes and scooters and people and donkeys and rickshaws and potholes and washouts and cows — and arrive safe and sound at your destination.

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Eyes might be windows to the mind but I find taking a snapshot of the rear of someone quite insightful. No eyes, no expressions or gestures to get in the way, yet you do get a sense of the scene and a sense of this man.

The Range Rover is nearly 20 years old and has about 270,000km on the clock. It’s been a great car and like my good wife, mostly easy going but sometimes a tad temperamental. It was 37 degrees C here the other day so I drove up to Palm Beach, parked the car and sat on the grass and watched. It’s what I enjoy sometimes — sitting quietly and watching the world go by.