The past three weeks have felt like months.
The days have not been long enough for the mountains of work to be done. The nights too short for sleep.
We've criss-crossed this land, driving vast distances and experiencing huge differences in weather and culture.
On the border of Lesotho, where it is dry and icy,
a kind soul left reluctant blossoms in my room.
I fell in love with the jungle that is the South Coast.
I loved not knowing what was around the next corner.
The hidden doorways...
Peeks into gloomy cupboards.
The gentle decay of beautiful things.
I loved the feeling of our sets before the crew arrived, before the chaos and the disarray.
I loved the long-suffering Indian staff of these large Colonial mansions, following us and closing doors and windows "for the monkeys". The vervets regularly pelted me with date stones as I walked beneath the palms.
The unexpected pleasure of finding zebras in the parking lot.
I'll miss the huge flowering trees.
I'll miss the smell of burnt sugar that hangs heavily in the humid air. The human cries of the hornbills. The clicking of fruit bats and falling asleep to the lullaby of nightjars.
The leopard orchids that I cosset at home here grow in trees - lush and abundant.
We are in harsher climes now.
I'll miss these arid places too.
The smell of raindrops falling on dusty leaves.
I'll miss the silent men from the anti-poaching unit who guarded us while we worked at the game farm. They have seen the worst atrocities imaginable. After many days, they granted me this photo - along with rare and beautiful smiles.
I travel home today and I am ready. The tall man has sent me pictures of a lush Spring waiting.