After a long night listening to the hippos around camp snorting and farting as they trampled around I was bleary eyed getting into the jeep. Fortunately I had a flask of hot tea and a handful of fresh camp muffins to help me wake up.
The bush was alive with bird song as the sun rose - a welcome change to the usual dismal news on the radio these days. As the view became clearer it promised to be a fine day.
The lion pictured here was being chased by a couple of Cape Buffalo. Fight or flight? This time flight as he cannot challenge the two big beasts on his own.
