I was born in Southern Rhodesia in 1943. My grandfather arrived in Rhodesia in or around 1890 as a transport rider moving supplies for the pioneers by ox-wagon up to Fort Salisbury from Saint Lucia Bay in South Africa.
I often wonder what the Africa he saw must have been like on those long and interesting journeys and regret that I didn’t ask more questions or understand how quickly Africa would change. After the Second World War, my Dad settled in the Midlands area of Rhodesia and carved a cattle ranch out of virgin bush. Busy with the business of building the ranch, he employed a raw, bush-wise African to look after and tutor me about the bush. There couldn’t have been a better teacher for a small boy growing up in that enormous wilderness.
My formal schooling was at REPS and Plumtree in Matabeleland. Both schools afforded young boys the chance to enjoy the bush as much as the classroom. Needless to say, the bush was always more interesting to me. It was here that I started to draw my observations in nature.