A night at the Elephant Lodge at West Midlands Safari Park is not simply a stay — it is a portal. One moment you are passing the Museum of Carpet and the turn-off for Kidderminster hospital; the next, your window opens on a sweep of savannah, your neighbours weighing four tonnes and consuming 150 kilos of hay a day.
The glass wall feels less like separation than privilege — a front-row view of one of the world’s oldest matriarchal societies.
