Pretty cool weekend. We spent Sunday here with a picnic.

I was terrified of swimming in this pool. It’s an ex-asbestsos mine apparently. And is luminous green. 24 hours later I am pleased to report that I am still alive.

The pool’s at Mutorashanga. We had a map pin, and instructions from a friend, and we still went wrong. Always ask the locals. They’re great – and so friendly.

As ever, when we turned up, so did a million locals. To take pictures, and film us. I rather love than about Zim – there is no shame in curiosity. You have to be prepared to have no qualms about being in pictures, chatting to everyone, feeling like an idiot as everyone chats about you, and laughs about you, while you’re standing there in your swimming pants. In all fairness, if I learnt to speak Shona, I’d be a lot better off!

The lake was a couple of hours journey from home – roads generally good but a bit bumpy for about 30km.