Driving Memories

Sorting through the whole pile of photos collected over the years, one comes accross so many memories, hidden away deep.
That mad cap trip through Nainital to Bhimtal and Naukuchiyatal in the middle of the rainy season on the borrowed bullet. Sheltering in the shops just short of Nainital, wondering if we should spend the night right there or carry on to Nainital, to shelter, to hot food. Slipsliding though drizzle and fog, barely able to see the next bend and huddling over the handle bars.
And then the lovely hot bath, fireplace and a nice hot rum toddy. Waking up to the lake smooth as glass, the sun shining and a veritable cascade of Fuschias hanging with their tongues out.
On to Bhimtal, with a lake side room at the KMVN hostelry. Dripping ferns everywhere. Collecting fresh, fresh lichen for that secret recipe of Shammi kebabs handed through the generations.
AAH then, that was something else again!
Will Scotland compare?