Cooking up a monsoon

A local community's fund-raising event to support refugees in this area involved family fun and games on the beach followed by an open evening  of music, song and dance with food for 200. Three women from Pakistan took charge of the catering, with myself and a few other local helpers as kitchen hands. Huge quantities of raw supplies had been purchased  in Swansea but the community centre equipment was barely adequate for the purpose and a certain amount of improvisation and juggling was required.  The vat of lassi leaked and there was a crisis over aluminium foil, lack of. (And I must confess that I had to purloin the salt from the Old People's Lunch Club cupboard - strictly off-limits.) 
Nevertheless the end result was fantastic, a miracle of catering.

In the collage, anticlockwise from top right:  1. Making the dessert; 2. Standing on steps to stir the rice; 3. Preparing chicken tikka and vegetables for roasting; 4. A mountain of onion bhajis; and 5.  A couple of small boys too young to go to the beach who amused themselves indoors, outdoors and underfoot.