10.30am
Today is a holiday for everyone and a festival for the Moslem House (Ramazan). We arrange to meet the children in the Activity Room at 10.30 and they are there waiting for us long before we get there.

We take two cameras around the village, which was one of the things they mentioned on the first day they wanted to photograph and this is the first time we have had daylight hours to do it. They take us to the duck pond, to the rose garden and to the village entrance. And along the way, as always, they improvise when the opportunity arises. They can't resist posing with the statue of Hermann Gmeiner, with the staff motorcycles and next to the Village car. The gate Watchman, tries to control them and keep them off the garden, but they are simply too quick, so he takes the opportunity to tell me that he was for many years in the British Army, and was stationed in England and Scotland, and served in Rhodesia and Nepal, and proudly formed part of an honour guard for the Queen when she visited India.

8.30 am
I spent the early part of the morning getting the journal up to date and organising the photo files. I now have enough material that could not be replaced that I am getting nervous about the risk of losing or accidentally deleting files, especially when the children are playing with the laptop. I also wanted to see if I could find the best way of copying photofiles on to CD so that the Village can see them on their own computer. The problem is that if I copy straight from iPhoto then they will not open on the PC, and if I copy them as jpeg files from the finder the Office still can't open them because they do not the appropriate software. The office machines are running Windows 95 and don't have Photoshop or equivalent software but Shobha says they can get it. The other problem I discovered is that if I copy on to CD from an iPhoto album for my own files then once I have ejected the CD I cannot reload it and copy additional files, even if it is only a quarter full, because it reads the file as already recorded. This is something I will have to investigate further. So far the help file in iPhoto has allowed me to find out how to do most things but I have yet to check this one.

3 am
I slept soundly until sometime after 2 am, woke up from a vivid dream and then could not get back to sleep. Maybe the funfair had shaken up a few too many brain cells! Mostly I was thinking about the project and thinking about what I would have to share with Peter, Gerhild and Barbara at the end. I was now far enough into it that the project had set its course and it would be difficult to change direction. My main worry was that what I had done was give the children access to the technology, shown them just the beginning of its capabilities, and soon I would take it away from them. The idea began to form in my mind that perhaps I should leave one camera behind when I go.

Sunday - our big day out. The plan was to take the children to Fun World. This is a park where there are rides (the children call them games). We travelled on the Village bus and the driver and Mrs Kaur from the office came with us, as well as Shobha and me.

My first thought was that the children would have a good time but I wasn't sure how it fitted into the project plan. But one of our commitments was to take photographs in locations of the children's choosing and this was definitely their first choice. My concern was that they were choosing for different reasons and that they just wanted to have fun. But then I thought that is exactly what we should be doing - giving them the chance to have fun and then thinking about what having fun means to them.

9 am
I spent the morning printing the pictures from yesterday. All the photos from last night turned out well and only one was a little fuzzy from movement. The camera works well in the dark picking up background objects as well as the foreground without bleaching out close up objects too much or reflecting too strongly of glass surfaces. Later Shobha came and we printed a few more pictures that she wanted and then stuck the set on to large sheets of paper to display them.

8.30am
I had not planned to visit the Kindergarten until later, not knowing how late I would sleep. As it happened I was awake fairly early and so decided to print the photos we had so far.

I unpacked the equipment, found adapters for the power and start to set everything up. Then I realised that I did not have a cable to connect the camera to the printer. I had a Firewire connector but found that I needed a USB. I could not understand how I had the mistake. I remember removing some of the unwanted cables when I packed but could not remember this one. Disaster! I was angry with myself and disappointed. I unpacked everything twice but it was not there.

11.45am
Mr Victor Nath met me at the airport and his driver drove us out to the Village, which took 40 minutes or so. This is not a large city by Indian standards, about 30k across Victor told me, but it has a population of more than 5m people. I am still in a state of some culture shock in relation to traffic rules. I try not to look forwards as the driver weaves in and out of the traffic, which is not just a traffic of cars but also includes auto rickshaws, cyclists, pedestrians, heavy lorries and cattle. The only traffic rule I can decipher is that where in Europe we have lines on the road, here drivers use their horns instead, and everyone looks to drive down the middle of the road.

1. This morning I went to London to get a visa for my trip to India. There has been a postal strike in London and I didnt want to risk waiting for the visa to be returned by mail with less than two weeks to go. A lot of other people had the same idea as there were about 500 of us queuing for visas. Perhaps I can count this as a first experience of Indian bureaucracy. First I queued for a card, which allowed me access to the room where I could queue to submit my application. This took about an hour and half, followed by another hour or so waiting for my passport to be returned by a woman who sat at a window calling out our numbers in apparently random order so as to return our completed passports to us.

I am taking part in a research project which is being sponsored by an Austrian charitable organisation called SOS-Kinderdorf. SOs-kd provides residential care for orphaned children and child refugees in more than 130 countries worldwide and has doing so since it began in Austria at the end of the Second World War.

Our project involves working with children and using digital cameras to try and gain some insight into their views of their world that might not be obvious to an outsider looking in. We are doing this as a contribution to the UN Year Against Violence to Children. In the first stage of the project three of us are going to four different countries for ten days each to see if the methods we have proposed work.