How can the scenery remain so beautiful when there is so much work to be done? How does the dolphin swim in the shallows. How can the Willy Wagtail stand in the sand when there are flies to hunt, knuckles to clean. How can I tell you about the blue shoulders of the Indian Ocean and the forearms of the reef; the emerald island and South Africa beyond it. How could I tell you about the white pelican feather wrapped around the seaweed flagpole, flirting with the easterly wind, clinging to warm salt and claiming surrender to the tattoos of the sun and shouting for peace to the god of the faraway-dune.