This is it from me till Thursday – Brahaspathinda, isn’t that the most gorgeously voluptuous word?
I’m off in the little sea plane, flying up to Kandy to watch the Perahera one last time. I’m hoping, fingers crossed, I’ll at last get a few decent shots of one of the greatest processions on earth. I’ll drive back, making a wobbly figure of eight across country up to Anuradhapura and Mihintale, and down through Kurunegala to Kegalla and on to Kithulgala before following the Kaleniya Ganga back home to Kolupitiya – no, no, I’m joking, I’m only coming as far as Battarmulla!
The akuru “K” is a wonderful shape, so I thought you might enjoy seeing it – K is for kakka, crow. Kandy, just as the sun is going down, is the abode of crows, all cawing at the top of their lungs, as they fight over roosting spots in the trees around the lake.
Have a lovely week, guys, and stay safe.