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It was the annual spring awakening day at Slave Rock. It had its pagan origins and no one was quite sure when the sculpture was done but it was a landmark you never ceased to marvel at.
Each spring on the first Sunday in May people would gather from all over the country and some even made the journey across the seas to be there for the occasion.
There was a ritual of events, the chanting of ancient mantras to welcome the spring, wishing all in attendance a healthy year, the spreading of flower petals and the parade to the giant Slave Rock where all would gather at the base while on top the festival president would stand upon the shoulders of the giant slave and give the order all were waiting for.
When it came it was greeted with cries of joy and exclamation as we all dropped our clothes on the beach and leapt naked into the waves.