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A More Colourful Look at Nature’s Secret Calendar...

Most travellers arrive in St Lucia expecting sunshine, sandy beaches, and safari adventures. But those who linger a little longer, who pause to watch the tide shift or listen to the night sounds from the forest, quickly realise something: this place moves to a rhythm far older and far richer than the four seasons printed on a calendar.
St Lucia lives by nature’s seasons — the quiet migrations, the pulsing wetlands, the return of ancient creatures, the rising winds that whisper of change. These are the seasons that locals know instinctively, and the ones that make each visit feel unique.
Here is the fuller, more colourful story of St Lucia’s secret natural calendar, a story that unfolds all year long, often unnoticed unless you know where to look.

There are places in the world where nature seems to follow ordinary patterns, and others where it breaks them entirely. St Lucia, a small, coastal town wrapped in the embrace of the iSimangaliso Wetland Park belongs unmistakably to the latter. This is a landscape where ecosystems blend in improbable ways, where wildlife moves confidently between human spaces, and where the natural world still feels vast, unfiltered and astonishing. It is little wonder that in 1999 UNESCO declared the region a World Heritage Site, calling it a place “where the miracle of nature begins.”
But to truly understand the significance of this area, one must journey back to the beginning, long before boards were erected, boundaries drawn, or conservation policies written.

There are few moments in life that remind us of nature’s quiet wisdom and unspoken harmony, moments that stop us in our tracks and leave us humbled. One such moment unfolded recently on the iMfolozi side of the Hluhluwe–iMfolozi Game Reserve, when a herd of around twenty five female elephants and their young crossed the dusty road before us.
Engines idled. Conversations hushed. And in that stillness, we watched one of nature’s most extraordinary families at work — protective, purposeful, and deeply connected. The lyrics “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother” came to mind, a fitting tribute to the scene of care, communication, and cooperation that played out before our eyes.

There’s something almost otherworldly about arriving in St Lucia. The coastal air carries a mix of salt and forest scent, the streets are shaded by dense tree canopies, and now and then, a hippo might amble lazily down the main road at night as if to remind everyone that this is still their turf. It’s a village where the wild and the relaxed coexist and where international travellers are increasingly finding the South Africa they’ve always dreamed of.

When guests arrive at Lidiko Lodge, many pause to take in the moment — the scent of the tropical gardens, the rustle of palm leaves, and the calls of birds drifting through the coastal air. It is often described as the instant when the journey melts away and a feeling of belonging takes its place. For years, this sense of arrival has been at the heart of what makes a stay at Lidiko so memorable, a place where comfort, care, and the spirit of St Lucia come together.