I plodded eastwards winding along little paths.  Most of it was burnt.  The bigger trees were all just stumps sticking up out of the ground.

I moved off at first light having made a better plan with my girth system using some leather strips to make a buckle of sorts

It’s very sobering riding through once thriving farms that now lie in ruins.  It’s almost as though I am a ghost riding through this area. 

In the hot, dry, impalpable dust of October blue sky days it is always so encouraging to see the trees put on their new leaves in readiness

My route with my horse, Tsedeq, from Mount Carmel farm in the Chegutu district to Mutare and the Vumba

Across eastern Zimbabwe to call for the restoration of The SADC Tribunal regional court of justice and to assess the state of the rural area