Rice puddings

The monsoon in Goa has yet to really kick off, despite a week of rain at the beginning of June. But there's now enough water in the paddy fields near my house to allow rice planting to begin. It's back-breaking work. The women in the photo were planting for hours in ankle-deep water, taking little bundles of rice plants and sticking them in the mud.

I thought I was going to get into a bit of trouble taking this photograph which, as well as being a perfectly respectable documentation of a traditional Goan agricultural practice, is also a frank and somewhat uncompromising photograph of a row of ladies' bottoms. Hence the plant in the foreground, which offered me a bit of cover for my dirty arse-ogling.

But I was rumbled when a passing gentleman warned the ladies that an unscrupulous fellow was taking pictures of them from behind. Oo-er, I thought, I'd better scarper sharpish, but the ladies merely turned, giggled and gave me a cheery wave.

They loved it. Phnarr-phnarr!