A few weeks ago I went for an amble along Rangiputa Beach

Hanging on a tree was a sign: “Help save our feet — please take your kina home.”

Don’t mind if I do.

I’ve always had a soft spot for kina / sea urchins — once you get past the spiky exterior (literally), there’s this fragile, glowing beauty underneath. I think they’re a perfect symbol of inner beauty beneath our defences.

Sound like you or someone you love?

I just dropped a few kina shell pieces that shell-ebrate that uncommon beauty.