The dawn breaks and the first pale light dulls a million stars. The Fiery-Cheeked Nightjar’s “Good Lord deliver us” call fades to give way to the melodious song of a Cape Robin-Chat. These opening bars cue-in the avian orchestral fanfare, …
Holy Crap! I recently travelled to London, and stayed at a hotel in Canary Wharf. As part of my morning routine, I run. One morning, as I headed across the Isle of Dogs alongside the River Thames, I was presented …
The air was brittle with cold as we left the Highveld on a frigid July morning. Father ran a tight ship, so at exactly 04h00, we would smooth the static out of our hair and settle down for the 2 …