And then the trees

As ever, it's the trees that have it. Given the scale of this plateau, indeed this country, the numbers of trees are quite small, but when you do see one they are not forgotten. There's no forests here of anonymous dopplegangers. Every tree here is unmistakable.

There's the majestic specimin standing proud boldly competing with its distant cousins and the mountains.

Or the tree that almost didn't make it but will probably still be going long after I've had my time. 

And finally there's the tree that is burdened with an abundance of life. Weaver birds make vast nests that they share with snakes. While the snakes might occasionally steal an egg or a chick, they do more good fighting off the bigger predators that might want to have a go. A wildlife mafia of sorts.