This is the fishing vessel Evening Star settling into the darkness of the North Sea. Her crew is already safe, warm and dry on board the rescue helicopter as she rolls onto her side. The last rays of our own evening star - the sun - glint off of her beam as she prepares to slide out of sight for the last time.
There is something deeply moving about watching a ship sink. It evokes feelings that are quite different from those brought to the fore by any other kind of disaster. I distinctly remember my last view of the Evening Star: the Scottish flag on her bow muted by a few feet of sea as she sank from sight.
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