My heart bleeds!
In last week's Coast Reporter I read that yacht owners might be distressed at their fine anchorage by a view of a gravel facility operated by 12 "low-skilled" (the yacht club's words) labourers.
My heart also bleeds for the Coast residents whose fine houses required (shh!) gravel and timber to build, but who demand that these shameful materials be extracted far away and out of their anguished sight and hearing, presumably by more of that low-skilled labour.
If we got rid of those marine slipways, welding shops, logging companies, gravel pits, sawmills, pulp mills, tugs, drillers, concrete and asphalt placers, trucking and barging outfits, what an idyllic wonderland this would be for those yacht crews and movie directors to gaze blissfully upon.
I think my heart just stopped bleeding.