Often when I am slumbering I have a pleasant dream. With my sweet girl I am sitting down by some purling stream. Through England I am roaming with her at my command. Then waken broken hearted upon Van Diemen's Land... Anonymous Convict
There is something more ponderous, more significant about an empty wave than one ridden. Is it a lonely life ended, or a journey spent? Is it a smaller part of a generation of breakers? Is it undefiled? We are honoured to witness their breaking up - their wrecking.