Reflections from the Devil’s Pool
On Wednesday there were some graphic photographs of tourists in the rock pool literally on the edge of Victoria Falls. On the one hand it brought back personal memories, but as the week ends, for some reason I keep thinking about Gordon.
Some years ago, after a lunch on a small island very close to the waterfall’s edge, my son and I set off for the pool. It involved swimming against some quite strong currents, over some slippery rocks, and then into the deep safety of the pool, literally overlooking the waterfall.
I cannot say that I hugely enjoyed it, either at the time or in retrospect, although I am not aware that anybody has ever been swept over the edge. However my status as an intrepid father did improve somewhat.
As to Gordon, it seems impossible that it could get worse…… except that we have local elections next week, and of course the strong possibility of Mayor Boris. In the circumstances I have the feeling that if Gordon managed to make it to the pool, somehow he would lose his grip and be swept over the side. Perhaps he might even have the temptation, no doubt quickly dismissed, of jumping before he gets pushed.