Tuli is resting. Catching its breath after a frenetic summer of growth. The last of the grass seeds glimmering in the sunlight. The herds of game statuesque. Content to enjoy the abundance created from the good rains, before the rutting season and the onset of winter.

Elephants are everywhere, their presence felt, more than seen. The slight movement of air seemingly generated by their flapping ears. It’s as if they have found the art of being able to meld into the rocks and trees, to reappear in a distant place.

The herds are bigger than I recall, the bulls towering above the plains animals.