‘Sitting in the mountains, I remember the sea: tinsel on a vast field of water, and sunny white sheets billowing in the wind.
I remember a forest of nodding flowers and patches of red, yellow, green and blue light on a wall.
And I remember a little boy who ate a lot of kofta curry and was used to having his way.’
The Sunday Guardian carries an excerpt from Lone Fox Dancing: My Autobiography by Ruskin Bond.
