We make our way down the rutted road on Bogolo Headland, warily through tall grass waiting to trip us up, and cautiously down stairs carved into the rock. We turn left, returning to the rocky coves we’ve visited before.

Today while J identifies hornfels, and resolves granite issues, I cruise amongst the abalone shells, multitudes of them, emptied and discarded against many backgrounds representing aspects of the sea that nurtured them, still lifes waiting to be captured.

Abalone are prized, pricey and therefore frequently poached. You’re only supposed to bag two at a time. Someone here had a feast day.