In our local beach bar, 'Jim's Beachside Inn', we're not sure
whether the fall-out warning is to be taken seriously...
But that afternoon the truth hit home brutally as
I was innocently hugging a tree to try to commune
with my inner spiritual fibre. Ouch!
At Titivakeiei, we hear the amazing gospel choir
on Sunday morning...
...then join the Sunday-best congregation for tea
in the parish verandah
while the non-conformists take their ease amongst
the graves of their ancestors. The atmosphere is essentially
a combination of mid 19th century English propriety
and joyful 'plantation-style' gospel exuberance; fabulous.
Some of the choir hurry towards the tea and
cakes...
... while further along the beach, at the sacred site
where the forefathers originally launched great canoes
to reach New Zealand thousands of miles away,
a new recruit is baptised in full dress by the collar and tied
church officials. There but for the grace of God......
Meanwhile, back in the garden of Eden,
one of the hedonists adjusts her organic
head-dress ready for the pagan rituals
which follow in the next installment.
Don't miss it!!
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