The events are small in themselves: the daily happenings in Landour, the birds and flowers that each season brings, and the eccentricities of friends and family. Landour itself is a magical world -- where every month has its own flower, every walker his own style, and the countryside is filled with a beauty all its own -- though uninvited guests will intrude and evenings at the Savoy Bar are not always as peaceful as they might be ... But in his mind Bond ranges further afield. He ponders on the experience of being a writer, on writers he has known and those he loves reading, and on critics, handwriting and typewriters. Filled with warmth and gentle humour, this book captures the timeless rhythm of life in the mountains, and the serene wisdom of one of India's best loved writers.
