Grownup lions don’t run for fun And six gorgeous lionesses were galloping across the lion-coloured sand in the far side of the Luangwa River. I watched. So did a young male lion on a sandbank nearby. Both of us enthralled. Poor fella. He had picked up some kind of wound or infection: the life of… [Read More]

You’d think that the more time you spend looking at wildlife, and especially, the more time you spend watching wildlife in the same place, the sooner you’d reach capacity. Seen everything, done everything, watched the place dry. But of course, it’s the complete opposite: the more you observe the ordinary, the more capable you become… [Read More]

Luambe is the lost park: the Luangwa Valley’s secret garden. It lies between South Luangwa National Park and North Luangwa National Park in Zambia: a small patch of land I remembered as a place rich and meaningful even by the standards of the Valley. I had seen elands and lions when I was there last:… [Read More]

How strange it always is, that first waking in the Luangwa Valley, those few minutes between sleeping and doing as the first grey light hits the sky. I was in bed but the life outside would not wait: and as always it was like being home and not recognising a soul, like being back in… [Read More]