A summers day beside the lake

The hot season has arrived here at Lakeside.  Today it is 37 degrees in the shade!  We still get some guests at this time of year, but not as many as usual so May is the month for my husband, Pete, to carry out essential maintenance work whilst I focus on the marketing side of the business.

In the hot season I rise with the sun, take the dog for a walk by the lake, then feed him and the horse before getting my breakfast of fresh fruit juice, eggs, toast and coffee, all taken on the veranda while enjoying the view of the lake.  Then it’s time to exercise Raja (the horse) before a few hours working in the office.

Everyone gets tired in this heat so lunch is followed by a siesta – and that’s not just the humans!

Afternoon siesta!

I spend my afternoons either in the office or researching tours, or maybe shopping before a welcome swim in our pool.  If I have time I try to practice my Tamil which is not an easy language to learn!

Guests enjoying a dip in our pool!

The day winds down with drinks on the roof as the sun sets, and a great Indian meal cooked by our staff.  Then early to bed to be ready for sunrise tomorrow.

I must admit, I love my life!

A taste of the past – traditional coracle fishing in India

The pumping stationLakeside is situated literally on the side of Kamarajar Lake in Tamil Nadu, South India. It is a man-made lake which provides drinking water for the local town of Dindigul. It is (supposedly) treated on arrival, and we certainly hope so as we often see locals washing their clothes (and themselves!) in the water, as well as the water buffalo taking a swim!

One man pays a very large amount of money each year for the fishing rights to the lake. He is responsible for keeping it stocked with fish and employing the local fishermen. There are two types of fish in the lake which are good for eating, one

Lake fish

rather larger than the other (I have seen fish of 7kg+ and that is not a fisherman’s tale!) Both kinds of fish taste very good but seem to be full of tiny bones so we only eat them when we are on our own, when we have guests we buy sea fish which are brought up overnight from Tuticorin (on the east coast of Tamil Nadu) in refrigerated containers.

Coracle

The method of fishing is traditional and probably hasn’t changed in centuries. The fishermen use coracles (some from woven beanches then waterproofed, others are sadly now made of fibreglass). They go out in the evening and lay long nets across the lake. In the morning they are out

A good catch!

again pulling them in. The fish are then landed at the pumping station on the dam (where the boats are also moored when not in use). In the summer, when the level of the lake has dropped, they often wade out with the nets during the day and then haul them in from the shore – in the same way that is often seen in Africa.

The fish are carried up the steep slope of the dam, weighed and sent by lorry to local markets. Some of the smaller fish are sent to Kerala where I believe they are made into a fish sauce. Locals can buy fish at the dam, but it there is always an official sent by the man with the rights to make sure that everything is properly recorded in his books!

The one that didn't get away!

                This official also makes sure that none of the local people try to take fish from the lake.  In monsoon season though, when the lake is overflowing, they are allowed to take any fish that are swept over the overspill.  As David Attenborough would say ‘this is a seasonal event which they seem to be able to predict, the strongest get the best fishing stations and take their fill before the weaker move in to take the rest’.  (I saw that on a programme he narrated about grizzly bears and the scenes of jostling Indians vying for fish are amazingly similar!)

Coracle and fishing nets by the pumping station

Sunrise at Lakeside

Sunrises like this are not uncommon at Lakeside and our guests often like to take an early morning walk around the lake to enjoy the sunrise and the amazing variety of birds which abound in the early mornings.  It’s at times like this that we realise what a beautiful world we live in and just how lucky we are.

Black velvet fades to deepest blue

As the stars go out,

One by one.

Mountains bathe in amber glow

As golden fingers

Caress their slopes.

Slate grey water now silver mirror

As the burning orb

Swiftly rises.

Natures palette paints rainbow hues

On still waters,

Sparkling reflections.

Sunrise.