After my Father Died I remember the first time we sat around my parents’ dining table after my father died. Apart from him we were all there. Nobody sat in his chair, nobody spoke about it who should or even whether we should. It didn’t feel right. Actually nothing felt right… Read More »After my Father Died
To be on land, this land, to hear the sounds, smell the smells, feel the heat and draw up close and personal to the beasts of Africa is what we are here for.