Today I went to a wee cave near where I live with friends Mark, Cat and Miles.  It was Marks fantabulous idea.  He missioned in a very fast fashion calling us all Manta rays.  We enjoyed the bush and tree surroundings and talked many a story and recited lyrics to one another.  In the cave we sung 'The Lion Sleeps Tonight' and other favourites that felt right with this setting. 

It was an old quarry dug into the rock partially where they looked for gold perhaps, a smugglers route cut short as it only went in about ten metres to a wall stop, damp and exciting.  We lit our torch and felt joyful.  On the way back we went to the fish and chip shop for fish.  Mark fed as chocolate by hand and we pretended to be Manta rays.  It is funny to behave like children and have adventures in the trees of larkdom.  One should endeavour to always remain young at heart.  Youth is not in skin, but in essence of beat.