My late brother loved this spot across the road from my aunty's with an evangelical fervour. Maybe he knew we would scatter his ashes at His Spot. I think of him every time I'm out there. I tell him I'm catching a few for him as I take off over the rocky ledges. When a turtle pops up beside me unexpectantly and surprises the hell out of me, I wonder if he's come back scaring me, like when we were kids. Happy birthday for tomorrow, bro.