Here are photos of some of the people in our group. They are so photogenic it's ridiculous, I'm sure they are sick and tired of having me shoving my lens in their faces just so they can have a square meal. Maybe they think they are going to be famous.
Annoyingly, I didn't bring my camera lead into Vellore today, so, I haven't got any pictures of the big day itself. I shall post them later.
Just in case I was getting too big for my boots, feeling like I am dispensing munificence, doing wonderful things or generally being a Good Egg, an event occurred which brought me back down to earth. Justine, my Australian next door neighbour, found a tiny brown mouse in her room running around her bedroom. It was really cute, but not wanted. So, fancying myself as a bit of a Gerald Durrell, after quite an energetic chase during which the mouse no doubt had severe palpitations (I was a little breathless myself), I caught the mouse under a cup and went to the door to set it free. I flung it a few feet out onto the courtyard declaring "Run free, little mouse, run to freedom". It took a few happy, scurrying steps across the darkened gravel, its tail raised perkily. I felt proud that I had done a Good Thing. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an owl swooped rapidly and silently down and terminated its progress. Oh the raw cruelty of nature. I'm sure I heard, as the owl flew up into the trees a little squeaky voice yelling out "You bastaaaaaaaaaard".
I felt my karma slipping instantly. I think I'm going to come back as a mouse.