Winns across the world
Our tent in Tusker camp, so named for the prevalence of… well, you’re a bright person, you work it out. Because Cathy is undeniably smiling here, this shot makes me happy for three reasons:
1. She’s holding (retrieving, actually) my Tilley safari hat which she bloody well hates and always has.
2. She’s emerging from our tent which is a) not in the least bit snake-proof b) infested with creepie-crawlies c) encircled by baboon poo and warthog tracks d) lacking electricity, plumbing and working lights and e) not even remotely clean by her exacting Northern English standards.
3. She’s pre-menstrual.
And still she smiles. What a trooper.
