Abstract
On 30 November 1957, I married Margaret Jewitt, a Nursing Sister of the Colonial Nursing Service, and we went to the usual honeymoon spot of those days, the railway hotel at the Victoria Falls, where we did the usual tourist cruise in the hotel launch on the calm, vegetation-fringed water of the upper Zambezi. I noticed some attractive green ovoid plants floating about, and my wife avers that I muttered, I'm sure these are important, but I can't think why. In my defence, I was on my honeymoon. Anyway, I took some for identification and put them in the hotel bedroom washbasin. In case they liked running water, I adjusted the tap to a trickle matching the basin's outflow, but the water pressure must have changed. When we returned, the basin had overflowed and the fitted carpet was awash. We spent much of the remainder of the night squeezing water out of sections of carpet and pushing them through the windows to dry.
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