"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)


The Lake Of Dreams

We were told that no leaf ever rests upon the lake:
for should one fall upon its surface, birds swoop down to remove it.

wishes made beside this lake are always fulfilled.

Khecheopalri Lake is considered sacred to both Hindus and Buddhists.
It can only be reached by walking a quiet woodland path,
marked by small piles of stones and colourful prayer flags.
The path ends at a wooden jetty.

The lake itself is surprisingly small,
almost self-effacing.

But its silence is powerful;
Its untrammelled interconnection to life and nature, almost palpable.

Having cast silent hopes upon the waters,
we walked – and wondered – back towards our car.

 The lake remains unchanged:
still; patient; mute.

Eternally waiting on her next petitioner,
and another dream..

Pictures taken at Lake Khecheopalri in Sikkim.