Sunken flotillas of wreckage

Allow me to share with readers about another crisp beautiful day viewing Tsehum Harbour from my kitchen

Allow me to share with readers about another crisp beautiful day viewing Tsehum Harbour from my kitchen. Let’s see, cavorting seagulls, blue herons, seals, legitimate boaters and, oh yes, another sunken flotilla of wreckage. Not to worry, once the diesel fuel and other toxins disperse and wash onto the beaches, it won’t kill too much wildlife.

Please explain why, should I spit off the side of my fully-licensed, self-contained boat, three levels of officious governance gleefully descend on me? In their inflatables they materialize brandishing clip-boards and ticket books, reciting infractions. Seemingly oblivious to the irony they motor right past the harbour train-wrecks in their enthusiastic, misguided rush to hassle law-abiding boaters.

Squabbling on this issue must stop now. Our beautiful harbours and anchorages are being slowly poisoned, littered with this material debris.

Dr. Peter Meuser

Sidney