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Silk in highest Derbyshire and Staffs, an Indian lady Park Ranger, contrasting National Parks (no tigers or mahseer in ours, no mention of some fabulous trout and grayling). Still, a nice little programme - Open Country from BBC Radio 4.
BBC Radio 4 - Open Country, British Raj in the Peak District
PS - there was a terrific two-part programme called "Silk" on Radio 4 a few months ago, about Macclesfield past and present. Some of the terrific, confident women oof the old silk town interviewed - real characters. Try and find it.
PPS - Just remembered an in-joke between me and the girl who travelled and fished India with me thirty-odd years ago and the young couple, Kevin and Lin / Lynn, who followed in our footsteps a few years later - something like this:
"Whilst the West has nuclear weapons and untold other fatal firepower, the East has Indian tourists and daytrippers. Parachute a few Indian families (just one would probably be enough) into a stalemated war zone - strutting husbands, teenage sons each with Bollywood soundtrack-blasting boombox, elegant, chattering sari-clad ladies and a host of shrieking kids - and both sides would immediately surrender / stop the war and go so far as to help one another leave and get home."
An in-joke that probably can only be understood and smiled or laughed at darkly by an old-style mahseer fisher or an Indian wildlife photographer and birdwatcher holed up on a bit of remote river or in some forest or National Park who was at peace with himself / herself and with the world until the morning the parachutes opened. Astonishing.
BBC Radio 4 - Open Country, British Raj in the Peak District
PS - there was a terrific two-part programme called "Silk" on Radio 4 a few months ago, about Macclesfield past and present. Some of the terrific, confident women oof the old silk town interviewed - real characters. Try and find it.
PPS - Just remembered an in-joke between me and the girl who travelled and fished India with me thirty-odd years ago and the young couple, Kevin and Lin / Lynn, who followed in our footsteps a few years later - something like this:
"Whilst the West has nuclear weapons and untold other fatal firepower, the East has Indian tourists and daytrippers. Parachute a few Indian families (just one would probably be enough) into a stalemated war zone - strutting husbands, teenage sons each with Bollywood soundtrack-blasting boombox, elegant, chattering sari-clad ladies and a host of shrieking kids - and both sides would immediately surrender / stop the war and go so far as to help one another leave and get home."
An in-joke that probably can only be understood and smiled or laughed at darkly by an old-style mahseer fisher or an Indian wildlife photographer and birdwatcher holed up on a bit of remote river or in some forest or National Park who was at peace with himself / herself and with the world until the morning the parachutes opened. Astonishing.
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