Autobiography

we finished our drinks and left. We took a
leisurely stroll alongside the Zambezi to the
hotel restaurant, and about half an hour later
Sir Denis arrived with his arrogant son.
Lesley had purchased a copy of Margaret
Thatcher’s book at Heathrow airport before we
had flown out, and on seeing Sir Denis again
she ventured over to him to see if he wouldn’t
mind autographing it for her. He was
extremely amiable and signed it. However,
Mark couldn’t resist making an insulting
remark about his mother’s book.
I wonder if he is a friend of Michael Winner, or
if they just went to the same charm school?
The following morning we flew off in our King
Air 200 to the Boulders Lodge, Singita Private
Game Reserve. I was intending to spend the
next six days flying around South Africa while
Lesley was getting up at five o’clock every
morning to go on safari, but I never actually
flew. The plane sat on the airfield by the hotel
in the middle of Africa for nearly a week. We
had a fantastic time. It was a wonderful
experience going out in the early hours of the
morning, despite my original reluctance. I was
captivated by the savagery and romance of it
all.
At six o’clock in the evening we would stop the
open-top Land Rover at a high vantage point.
Our two guides, Winston and Lumumba, would
prepare a hot snack, and Lesley and I would sit
with some chilled champagne and watch the
most amazing sunset. It was an awesome
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