We made our way down the slope, picking a path through the mass of bodies reddening in the sun. We were heading for the ponds, not to swim – much too busy for that – but to take in the view.
A view of a long queue for the diving board, stretching along the whole length of the jetty. It was the hottest day of the year; the pond was even busier than I imagined. We stood for a short while, watching a succession of boys leap off the board. Just as we were preparing to move on, the largest of them stepped up. I prodded C – lets just stay to see what the big guy does.
Two, three steps along the board then the most exquisitely elegant dive I have ever seen at the ponds. I can still see him now, suspended in the air, hands on knees in a pike position of sorts, before straightening out to vertical and entering the water with barely a splash. As I watched open-mouthed, C began to laugh. ‘You weren’t expecting that were you?’.
No I wasn’t. I wasn’t expecting that at all.