I've been thinking about 'water' this week for a task coming up. Then I found pictures of Nukutatava beach where we once lived when the boys were very little, and the spring water dripping from the cliff only a few feet from the sea, enough clean water for ten people those days. A place where Hindu families used to do their puja because of the amazing gift of fresh water near the beach. We used a bamboo pipe to catch the water into a pool, then piped the water to a tank. We actually had water for two showers and two toilets near two of the bures. Unfortunately the houses are no longer there and erosion has damaged the beach. Meanwhile the water continues to seep from the rock to provide fresh water and neighbouring farmers still go there to collect water when there is no rain.