Esther is young, she is also ambitious and critically extremely competent. However, with little notice she is given a photographer never knowingly undemanding. Pressure on, yes. Did it show, not a bit of it.
In that short space of time she spotted like James, had the humility and humour of Patrick, the patience of Charles and the driving skills of Max or Lewis.
Lion kills in the dust are virtually impossible to position for, particularly among rocks and steep corrugations. Somehow Esther finessed her landcruiser into the perfect slot a mere 15 mins from camp.
This wildebeest somehow got away. Another senior pride female had grabbed another, but the feline audience looked on indolently whilst these two did their wet work and missed the chance of double rations.
Esther was not finished, she weaved across the plains to position again for Kweli, one of Olare’s favourite daughters as she sashayed away from the unseemly raucous slaughter.
Brilliant Esther, take the rest of the day off. Except she won’t.
