Black Kite's Flight| Okavango, Botswana | "The black kite’s flight is of uncompromising purpose, but his wings stroke the air almost affably, to create swirled figurines in the storm-heavy sky above the Delta.

Finally, the first raindrops in months speckle the surface of the dry sand-beds of the Okavango with miniature craters.

The air is a cooling caress after weeks of drought.

The wind summons a mass of iron clouds. Lightning rips through coal-black sheets and thunder rolls. Rain whips the reeds. The smell of sulphur is strong.

The sense of renewal is tangible as it dances over the waters, catches in the fanned reeds, fills the rivers and streams, soaks the grasslands and infuses the animals with a long-forgotten energy.

From one moment to the next, new grass shoots up, flowers open their petals and the antelope’s hooves kick up a kaleidoscope of brilliant colours against the re-emerging sun."