Arriving at a location to find the male leopard whose kill we’d spotted up a tree the day before was reclining in its branches, and then getting THE shot as he leapt from the tree.
Olive the leopard emerging from the grass into the early morning sun and then watching as she strolled past the landcruiser, she was so close I could have reached out and touched her.
The thrill of the chase, racing across the Mara after the three cheetah brothers as they brought down a warthog in a cloud of dust.
Lying in my tent listening to lions calling.
Bush sundowners prepared by James and the Kicheche bush breakfast.
The look on Paul’s face as we watched a group of lions charge across the plain and wrestle a kill from the hyenas; surrounded by what seemed like the whole of Africa, topi, vultures, jackals and a photogenic rainshower! A sight he must have witnessed a thousand times before but was still grinning like the rest of us.