I had a farm in Africa. South Africa. A game farm. That took guests. Paradise.
A happy place where the staff sang and laughed and giggled as they went about their various duties, and visitors returned, time and time again to relax at the poolside, wander or ride over the veld, getting up close and personal to Springbok, blesbok, wilderbeest, gnu, zebra, and always the chance of surprising a family of meercats, a foraging porcupine, a stately Secretary bird or even a prowling linx.