MANY people walk the cliffpath, hanging and tilting over the ocean, in Hermanus, South Africa. They walk their children, they walk their dogs and they walk themselves, stopping for picnics – and stopping to gaze over the sea, perhaps hoping to glimpse the whales that come to raise their young in Walker Bay. It is beautiful. But how many stop to look at the light in its myriad refractions as it slants through the milkwoods? How many see the webs of intrigue, the mind-boggling array of colours, all painted by nature? How many feel the spirituality of this blessed place?