Karakia

The story that is told is of a young wife of a local chief who died of a broken heart, sitting on the cliffs above the reefs where her mate drowned while fishing. I know another story too, of a God whose heart broke for humanity, and so made it possible for beauty to come from ashes and joy from mourning.

It says in the plaque above this bay that it is an ancient place, one of the oldest settlements in the ranges beyond, and it feels like it.

The herekeke plants move as if whispering, while below the waves thunder and roar.