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Shipwreck - Desert Islands

By Ashleylister @ashleylister
 
Shipwreck - Desert Islands    
Sometimes, when life throws too many challenges all at once, and this has been one such week, I think how perfect and peaceful it would be if I lived on an island with a small colony of like-minded people. It started in my childhood, of course, and probably down to the TV series ‘Gilligan’s Island’, an American comedy in the 1960s. A group of people had gone on a short boat trip which somehow drifted off-course into a storm and they got shipwrecked on to an island. I loved it. They built shelters, made use of whatever they salvaged from the vessel and became self-sufficient. They constantly missed out on opportunities to be rescued. Any humour in there went right over my young head. I just wanted to sleep in a home-made hammock under a canopy of intertwined leafy branches, eat their food and drink out of coconut shells. Around this time I saw ‘The Blue Lagoon’, the original 1949 film, and it had the same appeal. Shipwrecked on to a South Pacific desert island with everything they needed to survive, the main characters were two children, a boy and a girl, and a sailor who drank himself to death. The children grew up and had a child of their own before eventually leaving the island.I failed to enjoy the 1980s remake. ‘Rebecca’ by Daphne du Maurier is a favorite book read over and over again and the film seen many times. The first time I read the book I was stunned by the revelations that followed the shipwreck and couldn’t read it fast enough, I was so eager to find out if everything would be alright in the end. Famous Fylde Coast shipwrecks include the MS Riverdance which ran aground in 2008. It was not possible to refloat her and she was broken up on the shore, not far from the remains of the Abana. The Abana is visible at very low tide. And Nelson’s HMS Foudroyant. I found this poem, previously unknown to me. Shipwreck - Desert Islands
Shipwreck - Desert Islands  
  H.M.S. Foudroyant [Being an humble address to Her Majesty's Naval advisers, who sold Nelson's old flagship to the Germans for a thousand pounds.]
  WHO says the Nation's purse is lean,
  Who fears for claim or bond or debt,
  When all the glories that have been
  Are scheduled as a cash asset?
  If times are bleak and trade is slack,
  If coal and cotton fail at last,
  We've something left to barter yet--
  Our glorious past.
  
  There's many a crypt in which lies hid
  The dust of statesman or of king;
  There's Shakespeare's home to raise a bid,
  And Milton's house its price would bring.
  What for the sword that Cromwell drew?
  What for Prince Edward's coat of mail?
  What for our Saxon Alfred's tomb?
  They're all for sale!
  
  And stone and marble may be sold
  Which serve no present daily need;
  There's Edward's Windsor, labelled old,
  And Wolsey's palace, guaranteed.
  St. Clement Danes and fifty fanes,
  The Tower and the Temple grounds;
  How much for these? Just price them, please,
  In British pounds.
  
  You hucksters, have you still to learn,
  The things which money will not buy?
  Can you not read that, cold and stern
  As we may be, there still does lie
  Deep in our hearts a hungry love
  For what concerns our island story?
  We sell our work -- perchance our lives,
  But not our glory.
  
  Go barter to the knacker's yard
  The steed that has outlived its time!
  Send hungry to the pauper ward
  The man who served you in his prime!
  But when you touch the Nation's store,
  Be broad your mind and tight your grip.
  Take heed! And bring us back once more
  Our Nelson's ship.
  
  And if no mooring can be found
  In all our harbours near or far,
  Then tow the old three-decker round
  To where the deep-sea soundings are;
  There, with her pennon flying clear,
  And with her ensign lashed peak high,
  Sink her a thousand fathoms sheer.
  There let her lie!
   by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859 - 1930/Male/English)   For Christo, who would have been on my A list for my island colony. It was always a pleasure to be in his company or have a Facebook chat. A fine gentleman who will be much missed. God bless you. R.I.P.   Thanks for reading, Pam x  

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