Winter in the bush is a season of quiet beauty. The mornings begin with a soft chill in the air. As the sun rises, golden light spills across the grasslands, revealing a world transformed crisp, calm, and full of hidden life.
Our recent drives have been nothing short of spectacular. Guests bundled in blankets, steaming mugs of coffee in hand, watched as the bush came alive with movement. One morning, we found ourselves in the middle of a leopard hide-and-seek game. Every glimpse was a thrill, every pause, a moment of awe.
Despite the cold starts, the smiles have been warm and wide. There’s something about winter safaris that feels deeply personal, the stillness, the closeness to nature, the way every sighting seems more intimate under the soft winter light.
Another unforgettable chapter is written in our wild home, where every season tells its own story.
Ranger Carel