It is currently quite hot in London. It's at times and climes like this that I wish we lived closer to the sea. I would run into the water clothes and all and relish the coolness of it. It makes me think of one evening in Stone Town when we watched in worrisome wonder as a group of young lads hurled themselves into the returning tide.
This exhilarating game involved each boy taking a long run up to the end of the sea wall from where he would leap into the air, contort his body into an outlandish pose before colliding into the sea below.
Eventually we realised that the boys needed to get their landings spot on as a metre the wrong way would be disastrous. Beneath the waters hide large jagged rocks and when one boy stood on these, we saw that the water level just skimmed his knees. We watched with baited breath till one by one the boys entertained us with their dangerous game.