When you are four years old, your first surf swim of the year is exciting. Especially when the waves are big and foaming and bucking like wild ponies. But when you have a strong daddy to hold on to, you know you are safe, and so you squeal and shriek with pleasure.

A cave looks like a safe place to be, 
until you are half way in, and suddenly it’s time to go 
and look for treasure.

The pohutukawas are full of flower, and the sun is shining. Life is pretty good, really.