“When it comes to our own holidays, it’s pretty much down to me to organise all of our trips, so when I hit MY HUSBAND with the option of a South African safari at Singita, I was fully prepared for the Spanish inquisition…

“Is South Africa safe?” “Yes… and we’re flying straight into the bush which is two hours north of Johannesburg on the border with Mozambique.” “It’s too far – we’ve only got five days, including travel time” (as long as we could get away with leaving the kids… the dog… life etc!).

“Don’t worry. South Africa is just an hour ahead, so there’s no jet lag and we’ll have 11 hours each way to sleep on the flight.” “I don’t want to get up in the middle of the night – well, 5am – just to see animals!” To which I replied, “Well then, we’ll book our own ranger so we can choose when we want to head off into the bush.” “But don’t we want to relax?” (Honestly – anyone would think it was his birthday treat!). “Yes, I do want to relax… don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for that too.” (How I hoped I was right!).

The flight to Kruger was jaw-dropping… flying over local towns, across varying landscapes… and, because we flew relatively low, we caught our first glimpse of a herd of elephants and giraffes – a pretty special sight that almost sent our anticipation into overdrive!

Landing on what looked like just a dusty strip of nothing in the middle of nowhere, we glanced to the left and saw the smallest of arrivals lounges – Singita really do think of everything – and, within moments, we were greeted by our rangers, hopped on the jeep and were whisked away on our 30-minute transfer to the lodge (one of the more enthralling transfers I’ve ever experienced) – more like a mini game drive really as, just two minutes into the journey, we had our first up-close elephant encounter. “Look, look, look!” I poked Stu (who still had a slight look of bewilderment on his face… which instantly changed into the biggest of smiles)! He’d finally realised that, as always, I was right, and this was going to be the most magical few days for us both!

And then we got to Singita Lebombo. Wow. What they’ve managed to build in the middle of the bush is, quite frankly, absolutely awe-inspiring: the views, the feeling of openness and space and an unexpected feast of creative design features that take their cue from the dramatic landscape.

For me, the brilliant blend of bleached and ebonised local woods, glazed earthenware, stonewashed linens and soft, gauzy drapes; sparkling lap pool; and bar with one of the largest gin collections I’ve come across (and believe me, I’ve seen many a gin bar!) was kind of reminiscent of Miami, but bizarrely, it works equally well here.

Our eyes were everywhere, taking everything in all at once and we were both over the moon to see guests lazing by the pool after their morning game drive and bountiful breakfast, with absolutely nothing to do (other than gym or spa) until later that afternoon. “You see…” I smugly said to Stu “didn’t I say there’d be plenty of time to relax too?”

After heading to our loft suite (nothing had quite prepared me for how incredible it would be) – wrapped in wall-to-wall glass, with a sweeping deck and a colour palette that connects it beautifully to the outside – we headed straight to lunch. I’d heard Singita was as much about the food as it was game-viewing and I wasn’t disappointed – the tapas-style menu blending South African and Asian flavours worked so well, particularly when washed down with a Sommelier-recommended South African Sauvignon Blanc (when in Rome and all that)!

And the service. What can I say? Some of the best I’ve ever experienced – from the housekeeping (same-day laundry is included and highly recommended if you’re staying a while); to the fantastic guys behind the bar – they’re so excited when you ask for beer or cocktail recommendations; and the incredible restaurant team who effortlessly make every meal a remarkable occasion.

So off we went. The beauty of Lebombo is that it shares a privately leased, 33,000-acre concession (an area reserved solely for lodge guests and off-limits to the general public) exclusively with sister property Sweni. Covering four different eco-zones, there’s a diverse selection of fauna and flora, and in turn a high density of wildlife.

The highly-skilled trackers and rangers know the area like the backs of their hands and work closely together to track the Big Five, so you’re guaranteed the most rewarding, private safari experience, with off-road game and night drives to track or view animals from an even closer perspective – impossible in the National Park’s public areas.

Having booked our own Jeep meant we could soak up as much of Solomon’s knowledge that time allowed, so we asked him all those burning questions, like “Are there snakes?”… “Have you seen any?”… “Have you ever had to use your gun?”… You get the gist – I felt like I was five years old again! But he was super-patient and answered every one as if it was the very first time he’d been asked them.

The viewings themselves didn’t let us down either. We saw baboons shouting, impalas leaping, herds of elephants (including a day-old calf who looked just like Dumbo!) and, the icing on the cake, two huge male lions making their way through the park in search of romance. Nothing – and I mean nothing – beats the thrill of meeting their gaze for just a second. It completely takes your breath away. And, as the sun sank beneath the horizon, we sank a couple of celebratory G&Ts, high on a hill with the bush stretching out in front of us for miles, before heading back to the lodge for dinner.

Now this is where my idea of safari really evolved. With Lebombo having such an informal, chilled-out feel to it, I’d expected everyone to head to dinner still wearing their safari gear but, after freshening up, a number of guests returned from their rooms in a more stylish (yet still casual) look.

The evening meal is an informal affair too, where à la carte options are accompanied by romantic lighting and a table is set for each individual suite (no sharing tables with other guests here). It’s still super-sociable though, especially in the bar or round the fire-pit, swapping notes on the day’s events with fellow guests. But I loved that you have the option of privacy if you prefer it. And most people head off to bed around 10pm so they’re bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for their morning game drive the following day.

Though we weren’t planning any morning game drives, the one we did take in the end turned out to be my favourite: the Big Cat viewing was amazing as, being nocturnal, they had fed through the night, so we found them napping with full tummies. The real highlight though was when, while watching a rhino in the distance, I looked to my right and spotted a lone leopard brushing past the jeep – so close I could make out every amazing marking on its coat.

So to summarise (and I also speak for Stu who wasn’t so enamoured by the prospect of safari), this really is an adventure everyone should do if they can at least once in their life… I can’t think of even one negative, having come home feeling refreshed and relaxed (well, until we picked up the kids!) with a whole new respect for the amazing wildlife we got to see… and best of all? There really is no jet lag!”