I have confessed my fascination with — and ignorance about — rocks before.
Cliffs are just bigger rocks.
At one end of Diamond Head Campground Beach these two striking sentinels called me closer.
But when I reach them I see one is a cliff, part of the land, and one is but part of a past cliff, so can I call this one a rock, albeit a very big rock?
And did you spot the kookaburra poised at the top? On sentry duty on a sentry rock.
To reach that stunning slit to the sea, you have to make your way over a sward of tumbled rocks large and small, deceptively not fixed, ready to cause a grandma to twist an ankle.
Reaching the safety of sand again, I look back and marvel at how lucky I am to be near such a place of natural wonders.
I pass a nonchalantly lazing kangaroo mother and joey by a picnic table. This is a national park after all…
The beach isn’t bad either…
Diamond Head rocks!