The armies of women who are hired to pluck tea wrap their heads in brightly coloured scarves, just as they did in my great-grandparents’ day. They wade chest-deep between the shrubs, removing the waxy upper leaves with a swift flick of the wrist.
Posted by Admin on Mar 29, 2013 in The Journey | 0 comments
The armies of women who are hired to pluck tea wrap their heads in brightly coloured scarves, just as they did in my great-grandparents’ day. They wade chest-deep between the shrubs, removing the waxy upper leaves with a swift flick of the wrist.
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