We had followed its progress. Reduced to easily half its size after February 22, Shag Rock was made Shagpile as well as something ruder.
Structural columns that once had meant support were exposed as broken molars, awaiting undignified extraction. Balancing but precariously angled, they had invited a sense of 'job not yet done': another decent wobble would see it finished. And so came June 13.
Rapanui as it now stands would have hardly figured in Edith Munnings' charming 1880s view of the Redcliffs fisherman's hut. But it's still there, a geological survivor that remains beautiful; a significant landmark for local iwi as well as residents from many different cultural backgrounds.