THE SEA QUESTION
A walk on a black-sand beach in Taranaki leads to the steel skeletal remains of a coastal steamer that ran aground on a moonless night, and a series of small islands dotting the ocean – the remains of an ancient volcano
here is something about a walk on the beach that soothes the soul. I find if my mind is busy and I need to clear my head, a walk along Oakura Beach seems to work wonders. By the time I’m a short distance down the beach, the expanse of ocean stretching to the horizon with clouds scurrying above is that explores this idea. This last verse captures the idea succinctly:
