Dances With Lions.

Everybody who meets a lion in the wild has a story to tell and I am no exception - all the pictures of wild animals were taken on the Serengeti (apart from the Cape buffalo photographed at Ngorongoro Crater). When I was a child my first sighting of a lion was on a Tate & Lyle golden treacle tin, the one that showed up on the table whenever there was steamed pudding. On the front was a picture of a male lion surrounded by a swarm of bees: this, I was told showed the lion to be the king of the jungle…

Elephants: Out of Africa and Out of Luck.

As a teenager I played cricket - that was in the 1960s. For generations during an English summer it was impossible to avoid the game, especially at school where it was considered character building to have a hard ball hit or thrown at you with sometimes lethal force. Way back then, on a sunny sports enforced schoolday afternoon, I was fielding in one of those 'dangerous' too close to the batsman positions that intelligent people avoid, and perhaps realising this, my sports master shouted, 'Wake up Bolwell... pay attention!' which was a surprise... because I thought that I was. Then…