Adventures Booking

Now booking for our popular adventure running from the 23rd April 6th 2018. This incredible adventure a mix of campsites and lodges and is a journey across awesome landscapes where you will see desert elephants, giraffes and possibly Lion. This adventure will cost from £4100 per car (includes hire 4x4) with two tents so a family of four to five can enjoy this adventure.
This adventure is running between August 13th to 27th 2018 and will cost £2300 per car. The route is a wonderful mix of forest tracks, river crossings and sandy beaches.
Impala Support Range Rover on Plage BlancheDates 23rd October to 9th November 2017 and will cost £2650 per car. This new adventure in Morocco follows some of the infamous Legionnaires routes across the Moroccan Sahara. The reconnaissance went extremly well and has resulted in a varied and very interesting route across the east of Morocco. [More]


14 Nov 2016
Desert RatThe Desert Rat (ancienus sasius) [More]
8 Dec 2014
Sunset over lakeWild camp in Spain [More]
3 Dec 2014
Discovery on a duneBack from Morocco [More]

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8 Dec 2014

Wild Camp, Fuente Del Arco, Espana

The Story Behind The Photo...... by Neil Hopkinson

Sunset over lake

Sunset over lake

I have arrived at the end of a headland that juts out into a lake deep in the Dhesa Forest near Sevilla. The engine has just been turned off and as I step out of the Impala Range Rover the utter silence that greets me is the first indication of a truly Wild Camp. The silence is very comforting, it brings you very close to nature and I always sit and just soak it up, until, reluctantly, as if it would break the silence and not see it return I climb onto the roof and throw the tent down to begin setting up my Wild Camp.
As soon as my night’s quarters are made up and a coffee brewed on the stove I sit to watch and listen, to enjoy this time close to nature. It is always the small birds that become accustomed to my presence first. They ignore the blue and yellow Range Rover that has appeared in their midst and flit between the trees, often passing so close that I could reach out and touch them.
As dusk falls I reluctantly rise to make some dinner as a flock of ducks fly in overhead to settle out onto the lake. From their calls I think that they are Gadwall. The sunset is extraordinary: reds, oranges and purple’s wash the sky with a brilliant tapestry of artistic magnificence while behind me the blue sky becomes imperceptibly darker as the stars begin to appear, bright pinpricks in the velvet backdrop of the night sky.
It is almost dark now and without any lights except natures, my eyes have become accustomed to the half light. Out in the lake a small island with a cluster of pine trees becomes the roost for a flock of cormorants that fly in low over the water before at the last minute soaring up into the branches. They take a while to settle down, their guttural calls filling the night air, magnified in the silence. The splashes from feeding trout are also magnified in the still cold air to such an extent that you could easily imagine that these fish were giants.
Darkness is now complete. The Milky Way stretches from horizon to horizon and it is possible to understand why the Bushman called this arm of our Galaxy the “backbone of the sky”. The plough is a constellation that has always been part of my life as it was the first that I recognised as a child and it is the first that my eyes pick up each night, to then check reassuringly that north is still where I thought it was.
Tawny Owls have started to call. As I turn in their calls still echo around the valley, the last sounds I hear before sleep overtakes me and also the first I hear when I wake just before dawn. They could have been calling all night!
Range Rover

Range Rover

To the east there is a barely discernible lightening of the sky so I brew up a coffee and just sit to watch the light and heat return and to listen to the sounds of the dawn. All is still and very, very quiet, even the owls have stopped calling now.
The first to wake are the small birds-wagtails and robins call and flit about to refuel themselves after a cold night. Nights are always colder here in the mountains and it is easy to forget that these small birds can struggle to make it through to the day.
As the colours return and the blue blackness falls away behind me the cormorants start to wake, noisily to say the least. It is not long before they fly off low over the water to a place that they know will provide them with a good breakfast.
As for the Gadwall, I did not see or hear them so they must have ambled off across the lake before dawn and have been too far away from me to hear or see them leave.
As the heat of the sun warms the landscape I start to prepare my breakfast of warming porridge and not long afterwards I break camp and head off myself for my next port of call.