Every time I see one of these, I wonder who made it and why... Was it a solitary endeavour by someone grieving? Or was it a joyous group construction...
And, where did the wood come from? What kind of journey down rivers and along sea shores did it have to arrive here? And how long will it stay standing?
There' a stream nearby as well, with a line of 'flotsam and jetsam' - shells and bits of driftwood- that tell a tale of floodwaters and tides. What will happen to it? How long until it's part of the sand that I walk on?
I think we're really lucky in the Manawatu. We've got these lovely long beaches to walk along- and mostly quite empty of crowds...
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