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Riverview Retreat is an oasis of calm and tranquillity. Here we are cosseted and pampered; our decisions are based around such matters of moment as when to swim, what to eat and whether the massage should be Ayurvedic or Swedish. India, the real India, lies beyond the uniformed guard at the gate. On our second day, Judith ventured 'for a walk' beyond this portal.
Three hours later, when she returned, hot and breathless in the midday sun, she told of ...
... that of Inder (tandoori chef) and Surender (grill chef) and our lunchtime waiter at Jim’s Grill, the lovely, ever-smiling, Puran should be included in my blog. Given the high standard of cuisine and service, this is the very least I can do.
The walk back to our cottage each evening through the lighted garden is an experience in itself. The heavy perfume of the night-scented jasmine is almost overpowering in the still air, providing a fitting end to another perfect ...
... in the lakes of Nainital and we felt that Philippa’s lake was the idea bathing spot for this English water nymph.
Our next lake, Sattal, was equally beautiful, but larger. This time, we were able to drive to a small tourist spot with restaurants under the trees, and little wooden rowing boats drawn up on the beach. Carefully, we stepped into our seat under the stern canopy and allowed our boatman to row us out and ...
... the best bit!
After returning to England, Colonel Jones soon pined for his beautiful hillside home in the peaceful forests that he loved so well, and returned to Bhimtal to live out his days on the estate. His presence may be felt in the ruined shed, standing nearby, which served as a barracks for the detachment of soldiers he kept on hand, and the jail where miscreants could be housed until delivered to the prison in Nainital.
... for a never-ending drive around the motorway. Meanwhile Judith and I became increasingly anxious as we sweated on the back seat wondering if we would ever find the only means of getting to Bhimtal on a Thursday.
Abruptly, our driver turned into a side-street and indicated that we should get out and unload our luggage while he went off to find somewhere to park. He promised that he would return, but when a good quarter hour had passed and he had not ...