The low, slanting light bathed the rocks of Amalinda. Sitting at the edge of the pool carved into the stone, drink in hand, enjoying the golden light of the “magic hour”, I savoured the moment. Everything was calm. Intense. The silence broken only by a few birds.
Then a movement, discreet, in the distance. Something spotted slipping between the rocks. My heart skipped a beat. A leopard? No… too small. Slighter. It was a serval. A ghost of the bush. Fleeting. Rare.
It stayed for a few seconds, slipped between the rocks, then vanished, like a mirage. No time to capture it!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. This wasn’t from a 4x4, nor at dawn, nor inside a park. Just there, right in front of me, when I least expected it.
The contrast was striking: the softness of the water, the golden warmth of the evening, the red rocks… and this wild cat, offered up like a gift.
At Amalinda, nature chooses you, sometimes, without warning.