The past three years has seen the East Cape caught in the midst of one of the worst droughts in living memory. Our areas were being sucked dry by the ever-present African sun and our game were barely surviving the spring to see out the summer. Rain finally arrived late last season, but never enough to sustain good summer growth.
As we entered 2011 there was a change in the air. Clouds kept building on the horizon towards the North, and our evenings were entertained by lighting displays on the horizon. Big rains were on the way.
Late last week I received a call from Niel. Apart from the usual banter about a monster Klipspringer he recently bumped into, or reminding me that a certain Kudu is still walking around after having taught me a fine lesson on the art of stalking Kudu, he had some great news. “Come and see the Karoo like never before, we’ve had our annual rainfall in just 6 weeks.” Having grown up in the Karoo and understanding the value of water in barren land, it was too much of an opportunity to pass up.