I can’t quite put my finger on it. I am trying to marshal my scattered thoughts on the perfect storm that tore up our coastline last weekend. The geography, oceanography and climatology of it is one thing but I cannot help feeling like it is a barometer or a metaphor or foreshadowing of greater maladies.
The East London Museum held a remembrance day for the anniversary of the sinking of the Oceanos cruise ship, ,which went down along the Wild Coast on August 4 1991.
“What really ‘grabbed’ me, despite the surrounding mayhem of the flooding, was the absolute beauty of this pristine stretch of humid subtropical coastline,” writes Colin Urquhart. As a representative of The EP Herald newspaper, he flew into Port St Johns in 1978 in an SAAF Alouette helicopter to document the floods.
Clyde Mountfort walks quickly. He is in a hurry. Always. The man’s energy belies his age. He is 73 and still has a mischievous glint about his eyes. Even so, Clyde maintains he is careful now. “I have used up all my nine lives Nick, I have got none left. “I am very careful with what I do,” he tells me.
Manuel Pizarro é o responsável por um relatório que visa salvar a atividade das pescas, que, com a falta de atratividade, podem deixar de ter mão-de-obra. O documento foi aprovado por unanimidade pela Comissão das Pescas, e, entre vários aspetos, advoga a maior fiscalização e segurança, bem como a certificação da formação dos pescadores.