Indeed. Bronington today is the picture of abandonment, listing heavily to starboard, all her essential equipment including her main Bofors gun gone, the water on her Mersey dockside washing over her, leaving her submerged from aft of the foc’sle. It’s a wrench seeing her like this. I remember as a nine-year old accompanying my father Captain Robert White RN to see several trim ‘Tons’ lying alongside in Famagusta, during the Cyprus emergency. He’d been tasked to run all naval operations around the island, to try to stop as many as possible of the arms shipments making their way from Greece from falling into the hands of the terrorist murderers of EOKA. All their bombings and shootings ended up achieving was the invasion of the island, divided ever since, with formerly flourishing Famagusta itself a ghost own. That went well, eh?