One of the saddest examples of Knysna’s degradation and small business closure was visiting the old Crabs Creek a few weeks ago. Sad not only because it’s synonymous with decay but because of memories of the good times i had there with beer, rib racks and friends.
A sign, once absolutely charming, was made ominous by our present, economic reality that our politicians rarely dare to speak of or face:
“A place so special
even the tide visits us twice daily.”
Instead of children, overgrown trees stretching towards weeds hung from the playground. Broken windows ‘invited’ a look inside where faeces, graffiti, ripped wires and a discarded food licence waited to greet me. I got to stand on the roof with the ironic company of a beautiful estuary view and a broken fuzeball machine.
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