Just imagine a hide-away half-an-hour from a bustling city center, your own secret world of crystal streams and dappled shade, where krantzes echo the call of starlings and the bark of bushbuck or baboon.
Imagine your own nature reserve, a leopard’s wide-eyed stare blazing in the lion-coloured grass; red hartebeest like a frieze on a sunset hill and impala’s eyes like a galaxy of green stars in the torch-light. Imagine being there after work on Friday.
Imagine walking the mountains in a time before motorcars, when ox wagons creaked up stony inclines, and all that broke the horizon were mountains and flat-crowned thorn trees. Imagine what it would be like to find a place that looked as wild and beautiful today – and free of malaria. This is Mountainlands Nature Reserve.