The smell of a still-smouldering campfire at dawn.

I love sitting in the hour before dawn, somewhere far off in the bush, around a still-smouldering campfire, sipping a mug of hot tea while I warm my hands and watch the sunrise.

Add a wide horizon, the sounds of the birds getting busy before the sun shows itself, and the promise of another day ... free to wander randomly across the landscape drinking it all in. So many things seems to make more sense out here and, whilst the rawness of this life seems confronting to some, the birds, the beasts and the little beasties, aka bugs, mostly excel at surviving. The supreme skills of the kingfishers, the power and team work of hyenas, and the lone female cheetah hunting for herself and three cubs.

These are things to contemplate around an old camp fire when life is getting busy for another day of doing whatever it is that you do best. And now it's time to go and see for myself.