No date has yet been fixed, but it always takes place in August. Call for details.Further informationThe Wales Tourist Board (tel: 01222 499909); St David's Tourist Information Centre (tel: 01437 720392).. The sun has just risen over this far-flung corner of Kenya's Masai Mara game reserve and we were up to watch it. The sound of silence is gently nudged by the soft whooshing of flames from the hot-air balloon that drifts lazily by. The sleepiness of our dawn start has all but gone, eager anticipation proving to be the perfect wake-up call. Our Jeep pulls up in a small clearing amidst the semi-dense forestation that conceals who knows what We'll find out soon enough. Right now, though, it is the open ground that grabs our attention.

There, crouching low to the ground, is a young eland, an elegant gazelle-like creature Alive Just. Hovering over him are two young cheetahs, about three-quarter grown, toying with him under the watchful gaze of their mother. The cheetahs pat the eland on his rump, let him loose to run a bit then rein him in. It looks like play, a game of tag perhaps, or grandmother's footsteps, the eland waiting his turn to creep up on the young cheetahs.But no The cheetahs' intentions are rather less frivolous They are learning to kill. This is Tom and Jerry for the drive-in screen, only Jerry's got no mouse-hole to escape through.

For some 20 minutes, an eternity to the terrified eland, he is teased and tormented before being quite literally eaten alive, the prevailing silence rudely punctured by the sound of cracking limbs and greedy chomping. Like Joe Pesci being buried alive in GoodFellas, death never came slower. And all this just three or four feet away from us.I couldn't watch and yet I couldn't not watch - the episode was as compelling as it was distressing, This is what we wanted to see, a real-life kill, the stuff safaris are made of It was awful and awesome. In an act of blatant voyeurism we were witness to a brutal gangland murder."It's the law of the land," said my wife Susan, ever the pragmatist and now warmed by a shot or two of brandy. "There's a natural order out here and I'm afraid the eland doesn't rank very high." Her wisdom offered scant solace, especially since we had discovered, when the eland was fully exposed, that he was a she and she was pregnant.

I nearly cried.What could possibly follow this? Something gentle and graceful. Please, God, something gentle and graceful, something soft and pink and fluffy .. and alive Not a bit of it. Instead, this being quite clearly Eat-a- Neighbour Day in East Africa, a huddle of vultures were busy devouring the remains of some wretched creature All that was left was a horn and a few bloodied limbs Not nice. Very not nice.John, our guide, was blessed with an eye keener than any four-legged beast, and within minutes he was driving us into thicket so dense you could lie right down and still bang your head on the foliage overhang He'd seen something. He cautioned us to silence, and I understood at once why David Attenborough speaks in those hushed tones.We opened the roof, poked our heads out, squinting hard to gain extra focus through the gorse and bracken that enveloped us And then, Geronimo. There, all but beneath us, basked a pride of lions - Mum, Dad, and assorted cubs, one of them on his back, legs akimbo, just crying out for tummy tickles They were gorgeous. Had common sense not prevailed over temptation, I'd have been out of the Jeep to frolic with these handsome cats and their cuddly kittens.