I’ve always been fascinated by shipwrecks. One minute a ship is afloat, the next, sheer panic breaks out as it starts to sink. This is what happened to the steamer SS Conch off the west coast of Sri Lanka in 1903. Even 110 years on there is an eerie stillness about the wreck. It hardly looks like a ship at all, just a jumbled mass of steel. A sea skeleton. Still. Broken. Somber.