The Plight of Sea Eagle
Memories of the holiday we took in February have to jogged by some out of focus snaps, souvenirs skulking in drawers, having never found a suitable shelf or wall to display them on. The guilt is gone for never having contacted the couple we spent practically every day on the beach with or the “very nice Americans” who were our travelling companions on the train we took to Penang. However, one thing that remains all too clear in my mind is the heartbreaking sight we saw on an excursion to the Mangroves.
