Just Stand In The Cave

So, staying with this theme of magnitude, it follows that I start remembering something cute that happened on a trip to New Zealand.

Cathedral Cove with its eponymous rock is a spectacular and remote part of the world. (The people in this picture show it densely populated, by Kiwi standards.) To find the beach you have to walk 45 minutes through a conservation area, and make a long descent to sea level which is anxious-making as you know you will have to climb back up again, so it had better be worth it. It is. Perhaps it is not spectacular in the Yosemite sense (you Americans do everything so lovely and big), but faced with this beautiful piece of rock, a sense of enduring time, rough elements, and rhythmic shoreline songs does well up. As this cliff wedges out into the ocean, mineral-stained with its red and yellow war paint, it is almost impossible to be on this beach without walking through its arch.

Such an impressive story, such a confidant giant, and such a safe place to both shelter and take part, listening out for the 'still, small voice'.

Just stand in the cave.

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Two hours later when we headed off to a teashop as reward for having climbed back up that cliff, how excellent was it to receive Cathedral rock on a plate in the sugary form of lemon-meringue pie:

Come on! Now here's the kind of Lizzie-sized detail I can really get into!  

{Today's Soundtrack: Apparat - Walls}