"There is a little quirk of the Nepalese people: if asked where is such and such a place they would point with their chin - 'over there'; if further they would say 'over the hill'; if longer 'over many hills' - always pointing with the chin".
These are the words of my father, Derek Buckner, when recalling his childhood in India. They seemed like an appropriate starting point for this blog, and for its title, as I will certainly be travelling a long way, over many hills.
The plan is to visit some of the places that my father knew as a child, maybe even to identify the exact locations of some of the photographs I have: the picnic on the banks of the Rungpo River; the park with the Victorian bandstand where he went onto the half-built lake in an old tin bathtub, towing a hen on a makeshift crate, who was teaching her 'brood' of goslings how to swim...
I shall be travelling over many hills, with my father's photographs and stories in my suitcase, seeing the world through his eyes - and sharing the experience in this blog.
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