Sub-Continental Delight

Food is notoriously difficult to photograph, and my blip in no way does justice to the quality of food we were served in London tonight at the Michelin-starred Tamarind Indian restaurant. We had the Taste of Tamarind menu, which also delivers a different glass of wine with each of its many courses. The courses were, mercifully, small, and delivered perfection on a plate. This was Indian food - but not as we know it, Jim.

The restaurant also provided some interesting people watching - two hijab clad and immaculately made-up young ladies who sat opposite each other and spent the entire meal in silence, tapping away at their smart phones, ignoring each other and the plethora of fawning waiters who danced attendance around their table; a glamorous young woman with a fabulous mane of chestnut hair who gazed adoringly all night into the eyes of a very skinny older man; an elderly, avuncular Indian gentleman who engaged a young couple at the next table in conversation, then proceeded to pay for their (very expensive) meal, to their shock and embarrassment. He left, dispensing notes of large denomination to every waiter he passed.

Yes, we are on the road again, headed for my event on Friday at the Edinburgh Book Festival. After time with family and friends we head for the Skye Book Festival, and then on to the Outer Hebrides.