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In a place as vast as the Cederberg and as remote as a secluded farmhouse amongst neolithic rocks, I sought solitude from urban life for a camping weekend. The stream tinkled, birds chirped and Lassie, the dog from the farmhouse, wagged its tail. All was well in bushmanland but in the dark of night something was amiss and Lassie, vigilant as ever, was there to get us all into trouble. |