Elizabeth Atkinson, from Carhampton, who is living in the Indian city of Udaipur for two months, sends us the third of her weekly letters reflecting on the unexpected similarities between life in the state of Rajasthan and West Somerset.

For many of the older readers of the Free Press, the sight of milk being delivered in churns and ladled out in gill measures will bring back fond memories of their childhood.

This week’s letter begins:

What will be less familiar, though, is the sight of these churns slung on the backs of motorbikes, which is how the local milk delivery is done in Old Udaipur.

Three or four visit my courtyard each morning, the first at about 6.30am, when a top-floor resident lowers a bag for her daily delivery.

I have bought milk from a motorbike milkman, but I usually go to the local dairy, where Rajendra Shrimali and his young assistant are busy stirring huge bowls of boiling rubri (milk and sugar boiled down to a delicious sweet pudding).

Read the whole letter and see more photos in this week’s Free Press (February 22).