We have traditions in the U.K. to commemorate and recognise significant people’s contribution by installing a blue plaque on the house where they lived
Like this one ….
So we just had to get one for MAnjula
Sarvesh, and Stephen the Directors of Manjula’s Mysore with Kaveri who we sponsor and support.
MAnjula remains in our home in Mysore in so many ways, this seemed like a fitting tribute to our precious …
Kaveri and her mum Chandrika unveiling Manjula’s blue plaque (again)Kaveri and Sowbaghya reveal our lovely new plaque, witnessed by AkramIn recognition of her tolerance of the Yindian and her sharing her love through her beauty, infectious smile and attentive presence.
We love and miss you MAnjula. You’re here in our hearts and guide us in everything we do.
I’m adjusting to the time difference (this weeks excuse for inability),
But it’s not easy ..
It’s the second morning I managed to drag myself up early for yoga, I’m waiting for the teacher at the gym with three other women when another male student walks in to speak to the women in Kannada. The local language.
Our gentle giant then leaves.
After a few minutes they get up to leave, and when I ask they tell me it’s cancelled.
I was obviously too pale and linguistically ignorant for him to tell me.
Later that morning is my next challenge.
Billet-Doux clambered through the hall (lounge) window, jumps down and drops the rat which scurries away. A gift?
Sowbaghya shrieks so she doesn’t like the surprise.
I tolerate the louder and louder squeaks coming from under the divan.
I have to take action with the help of a lathe stick .
…
But then Facebook brightens my day. The Donald —whilst destroying the US fabric — entertains.
PS in the middle of the night Bullet-Doux who’s supposed to be sleeping but she’s faffing around. Next I hear squeals and investigate under the bed.
A short (ish) 30 minute walk —— (the full loop will reopen in Feb 2026) from Harringay Green Lanes overground or as I’ve now discovered an even shorter walk (10 minutes) from Manor House Underground station —- gets you to the wetlands and their great cafe.
I’ve visited almost everyday of my recent visit for their sourdough melted cheese sandwich and make friends with the wildlife.
I’ve marvelled at the birds, especially the family of swans with their rapidly growing seven dusky grey cygnets
I’ve met a lovely mix of people here, including the wonderful hosts.
Not only cyclists but tri-athletes— so serious that they do ‘iron-man’ , quick cycles ( 40k!) and runs in the morning — It tired me out just hearing about it.
After their looooong cycle ride across Asia and Europe peddled back to England found a new place in Yorkshire.
They’ve created a lovely home in their Sheffield terrace almost identical to the house Tricia and I shared with her cousin and boyfriend (bit of a squeeze). In the mid 70s
Then they kindly tidied me up a bit
Plus
They reflect something that MAnjula taught me. For a successful sustainable living relationship, to be present and attentive
Spot on.
Thanks guys for a great visit and my sorely needed trim.
My tour of England led me to Sheffield, my home city.
Warm showers
I was visiting Julia and Tom intrepid cyclists who’d visited us last year, in Mysore, on their journey across Asia, through Europe and back home to England.
Warm showers is a network we’re part of where hosts offer an overnight stay to distance cyclists.
They now live in Sheffield the city of my birth and their new home is just round the corner from the first place I escaped to at age 18
That was fifty years ago. I lived with my first serious girlfriend Tricia who kindly supported me for the final few months of school
Stephen and Tricia with my mum’s poodle.
A great revisit. The house no longer exists but there was plenty of reminiscence.
Me and MYCycle 