I was out for a walk one day near Blaxhall, and there's this small bridge which crosses the river Alde - only a small stream there. It had been raining that morning but the sun had come out and the road was shining. In the distance coming towards me something caught my eye, and I stood still, right in the middle of the road. I couldn't believe it - three otters, gambolling down the lane. The two smaller ones were splashing in the puddles and generally larking about. I froze, and just watched them get closer and closer. Then, when they were only a few yards away and I was holding my breath, one looked up and spotted me. It gave a kind of squeak of surprise, and they all then slunk comically away into the long grass.
I've had lots of memorable wildlife experiences - meeting elephants in the bush, canoeing around hippos on the Zambezi or coming face to face with a leopard on the porch one night in Chimanimani, but those otters count as one of the most magical encounters.