We woke before dawn to a crisp and dry Karoo morning. Out here the word “crisp” is not far from meaning “freezing”, so we donned our beanies, woollen gloves and snow jackets, and stepped out into the still-dark outside world.

I find that there is nothing as rewarding as watching the blackness of a starry, starry night give way to the crack of dawn – when the sky starts to lighten in the east, and the sun casts its ever increasing glow over a landscape that, in this instance, appears to be from somewhere Mother Nature has simply forgotten about.