I am reminded of a ship I once saw in the little bay at Rhodes. It lay there rotting and over the years I noticed the continuing deterioration of this once majestic vessel.
I asked myself on more than one occasion why it was that this boat was left to rot.
Surely at some point it was a much loved craft, capable of riding the seas in all weather, capable of carrying cargo, of transporting people, and even of saving the lives of others.
I once stopped by the waters edge and looked closely at its hull that bobbed about in the water. There was just a shell now; it was imagination that conjured up images of majesty and finery.
I looked it up one day in the archives; the name it went by was the ‘Bass Explorer’. It had once been a trader along the east coast and down into Tasmania. It crossed Bass Strait innumerable times and now no longer in commission was left to decay, and eventually sink. Which I thought was a better end to its life than the fate of others, which were set alight, and left to burn to the water line.