
In The Right Hands
A book from my mother, left to David after she died. A reminder that what we love can outlive us.
British designer, humanitarian, mum of 5, India writes about her own particular pattern of living and creative rhythm. A diarist, documenting an unexpected life with a dash of history, a touch of humor, and the occasional royal reflection.
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A book from my mother, left to David after she died. A reminder that what we love can outlive us.

A few weeks ago, I was sent a rather good set of questions for a magazine interview.

In England we swallow our feelings. We concentrate on the birds. We button grief up as firmly as our coats. In the Bahamas grief is loud, physical and unashamed....

My goodness, how do we put a hand on time and ask it to wait? The weeks are moving faster than I can hold them.

I grew up in a family where you learnt to ride before you learnt to walk.

Lady P's very surprising reading list

It has been hard getting myself back to work.

Grief can make one feel entirely alone, even while kind people gather close, send messages, check in and remind you that they are holding you in mind.

In amongst the disorientation of the past few weeks, there were moments that made us smile.

It had taken me nearly five months to organise my wedding.

There are moments that divide life forever into before and after. You rarely recognise them at the time. Yet later, you remember exactly where you were standing when the phone rang.