The Front Castle
First week at Hone Tuwhare's Crib at Kākā point, with pictures x
I'm here! At Kākā point. The Front Castle. Pāpā Hone's Crib. Latitude 46. Close enough to the ocean it feels like the crib itself is floating (and Hone did once describe himself as a boat, though there's plenty of innuendo going on there, as always with him).
In his biography, Janet Hunt describes the white caps beyond the window as a 'flicking mane'. I don't think I can describe it without reaching for cliche, or 'pre-loved language' as John Huria would say. But there isn't anything clichéd about waking up to a horizon so bright it zaps your eyes in their sockets. Waves hit the shore like applause*
Gissa smile, sun!
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