I think of myself as really blessed to have been able to spend so much quality time enjoying the African bush veld
To have so many memories and photos and art to recall all those special moments up until my accident
It has been over four years now since my last safari to Botswana and Zimbabwe
And whilst it’s great to recall the memories, what I really miss is
The preparation and packing of the Land Rover, ready for weeks of camping
Sitting in the warm still dusk, watching ele’s dusting off as the sky turns different shades of pink, purple and blue
The prrrup of the scops owls, one close by and the other far off
The majestic cry of the fish eagle as he throws back his head to call
Listening to the rumble of an ele’s stomach as he slowly ambles past
The monotonous build up of cackling from the hornbills or buzzing crescendo of the cicadas in the midday heat
The change in smell after the rain or driving through sage
Trying to stop shaking after finding a good leopard sighting, so as to take a good photo
The yapping of jackals as the Kalahari dusk changes to darkness
The calm and peaceful cooing of turtle doves
Listening to the deep powerful roar and grunt of a lion near or far
The tinking of tree frogs and mournful moans of hyenas as the evening sets in
Oh how I miss
