Finally, months after serena died, I started listening to rage swimmer, Patrick Bareham’s unusual memoir of roger deakin.
I’d met him but once, with bob in the de la pole arms, wing field at his request to talk about the woods of India. I have only a feeling of knowing so little of them and a thirst for more. There was time then, to return, to explore India’s tapovans, to meet this focused man called roger again.
I am engrossed in this story now.
The guardian review clinches my own view. I confess to feeling something like jealousy reading the record of Deakin’s wonderful, friend-filled existence, at once liberated and rooted.
Yes rooted in walnut tree farm and liberated to explore. No time searching for a root which I wasted for 5 plus years for example.
What were those three types of forest we must have talked to roger about? Tapovan, sacred for worship saints ritual. Mahavan natural for flora fauna, and Sreevan for utility, prosperity harvesting
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