Even the humblest student of felines will have clicked the series link on the remarkable BBC’s Big Cats these past few weeks. Even the third episode was enthralling and fascination (much against my predictions).
Almost every morning last week was blessed by a coruscating sunrise, a blazing mid-morning with the kind of light nature lovers and photographers fantasize about.
As a parent there are surely few things more rewarding than seeing one’s own likes and loves inherited by one’s children.
Very few holiday destinations can rival Africa for its ability to enthrall, excite and educate children.
Last week one of Kicheche’s favorite son’s witnessed a remarkable act of bravery from one of the Mara’s favorite daughters.
The Mara is in the middle of a sunny dry season. This makes for remarkable early predator viewing but later on these felines become catatonic.
Sometimes people just don’t deserve it. Paul Hancock rolls into camp, a Kicheche virgin, with just one callow afternoon game drive under his not inconsiderable belt.
As many stagger tenderly into a new year, a baker’s dozen of Kicheche vehicles left their grassy blocks on New Year’s day, their engines purring over black cotton corrugations.
