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…

When In Doubt – Go To The Beach.

I presently live in British Columbia, where the car number plates say 'Beautiful British Columbia' - but really, it isn't like that down on the Lower Mainland where there's a competition to see how quickly the whole area can be covered with houses; planning isn't an issue though because there doesn't seem to be too much of that - it's just one big urban sprawl of grey and drab cow dung coloured houses, which, more often than not, are oversized for the land that they stand upon - it's ugly stuff and to add to the nastiness of the burgeoning…