Life & Travels Afloat in our Moody
A potter in the dinghy showed up some different aspects to life here. Only a short distance from the town, there are mangroves, with small channels through them. The birds like it, as do countless small crabs that climb the roots, and take the wrong path back at times. Far from the bay, we came into a small pool where local fishermen had small boats and boathouses.
But the sad part of the border between mangrove and sea are the number of boats that have been abandoned, lying half-submerged or even overtaken by the trees. Even some afloat look destined for a similar fate. An alternative lifestyle choice is indicated by rusty chains, barnacled ropes, and decks that look like a bag-ladies nirvana. As we passed one, a Ben Gunn- like character emerged, with wild white hair, beard and a ragged pair of shorts.
It made us wonder if some of the old lost boats might not still have their owners aboard…….