Riding, for the lucky cohort that call the saddle home, leaves you feeling boundless. Free. Usually, that magical feeling is over far too quickly as the city rushes back in. That was until I did a four-day horse trail through the semi-arid Southern African region known as Klein Karoo. Eight eager, horse-loving riders congregated in De Rust for a mind-altering adventure called Stof en sterre (Dust…
We'd watched Provence change, autumn falling away and winter cloaking the streets' edges. By the time we reached Lofoten in northern Norway, after a long journey via four planes, the countryside was a winter wonderland. The snow blanketed everything, including sound. There was a stillness, a quiet, a deep peace to the land whose soft colours stretched out to the horizon. Even the sunrises and…
We drove through Orpen gate and into the Kruger at lunchtime, our eyes immediately darting from the ground, into the tall grass and up into the tops of the trees, trying to perceive the minutest of movements. Quite quickly, we were greeted by a lone elephant near the side of the road, lazily enjoying a late lunch. Eager to find our rest camp, Satara, we drove at a reasonable pace - surely missing…
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