In the Technicolor brilliance of an African sunset, I watch three giraffes sauntering towards the waterhole. They hover at the edge, glancing around nervously to make sure no lions are lurking behind the acacias.
Reassured, they flop down and lap up the water with their leathery tongues. By now the pool is as crimson as the sky and the animals are reflected in the tinted water. Breathless with excitement, I keep pressing the shutter to capture this stunning image and, as I do so, I long to tell Michael how thrilled I am to be witnessing this scene. But what I really want is to have him here beside me to share this magical moment, and to take the photos himself.
This is my first journey since my husband died and I’ve embarked with mixed feelings. He was my life partner and my photographer. How will it be to…
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