Dawn and sunset must be the two most enchanting times to be in the bushveld. The magical colours combined with a sense of expectation, a primeval spirit redolent of eons in the past subsumes one within the tranquillity of the age-old bush. The menacing unmistakeable roar of a far-off lion, the deadly grunt of a hippopotamus or the trumpeting of an elephant in the foreground all form part of the bush life.