First light
Is there a more magical time in the bush? Waking in the first grey light of dawn to the last tremulous cries of a iery-necked nightjar before Africa’s diurnal soundtrack opens up with the sweet-throated song of a robin chat and a rising crescendo of Cape turtle doves. And then the most thrilling sound of all as the air begins to shiver to the rumble of lion. Time for a quick coee beside the remains of the campire.