I have mentioned many
times in previous blogs about my liking and affection for the sea, beaches,
rocks, rock pools, fishing boats and in fact anything nautical. I may also have
lamented in the same blogs, the enormous absence I felt and the longing I had for such things during the
28 years I was landlocked in Southern Ontario, which resulted in a promise made to myself that I would never again leave the sea.
When I lived in
Scotland the sea was always there at an easy reach. For years during my childhood,
I was regularly out in the fishing boat Bluebell, sailing off the Ayrshire coast known as the Firth of Clyde, in the waters around the Isle of Great Cumbrae and Little Cumbrae. Later in my
mid-twenties, I moved to the Basque (Euskadi) Region of Northern Spain, where I
had an apartment in Neguri with a clear view of the Bay of Biscay, which many times offered
up dramatic and spectacular storms. Every lunchtime it was
perfectly normal for me to sit on a bench by the beach, which was just a stone's throw from my workplace in Las Arenas, to watch the tide come in or go out.
I cannot recall a
time in my life when I was not thoroughly enchanted and captivated by old
sailing ships and the times in which captains like James Cook, George Vancouver and Sir
Francis Drake existed, or the adventurous explorations like those led by Sir John Franklin and Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton.
At school I was an
extremely shy kid with very low self-confidence. Within the classroom, I would never put
my hand up to answer any questions given by the teacher. It was always out of the fear
of making a fool of myself, that I would avoid class participation or any level of focus
on me. But one memory from when I would be about eight years old has always
stuck with me, a day that I briefly broke through my enormous shyness. It was during a “pick
and book to read time" in class, I would always hurry to the book shelf to grab the same one, a book about
old 19th century sailing ships, filled with lots of glorious pictures. There was one
particular picture that repeatedly consumed my thoughts, it showed the
magnificent colourful ornamental structure of an old sailing ship’s stern with its large banks
of windows ~ similar to that on HMS Victory shown below ~
I would stare at this
picture for days or even weeks during book time, I imagined myself onboard
sailing the seas, discovering new uncharted lands, and having one of those cabins
at the back.
During the times of
being held thoroughly captive within the spell cast by the picture, I
desperately wanted to ask the teacher, the person who in the mind of an eight-year-old knows everything and has all the answers, if this ship is still sailing the seas and if so where could
I find it. Eventually, I plucked up the enormous courage within the quietness of reading time, to get up
off my hard schoolroom seat, leave the safety of my wooden desk and make that long
precarious walk to the front of the classroom. Upon my arrival, the teacher
looked up from her own quiet reading moment, to see young Graeme standing at her desk, I am sure she would have been shocked to see that it was me. Nervously I showed
her the picture and asked my question ~ “I would really like to sail on this
ship, do you think it still out there someplace …?”. She thought for a moment and then responded with something like ~
“Graeme, I am not sure, but tell me more about why you ask”. After the invitation to open up, followed with a little more persuading, I stood there at her
desk, telling her of my desire and hopeful ambition to be on this ship, to sail
around the world, to stop and discover remote islands and to have the great smell the
sea every day. I recall Mrs. Crumley, being surprised and I suppose encouraged to have young diffident Graeme come forward, drop his solid
state of reticence and speak so willingly, openly and readily about the picture and all that it meant to him.
This clear memory has
stuck with me for 54 years now, it was an enormously huge deal to get up and
ask the teacher that question, then tell her of my affection for the
sea and old sailing ships. Looking back, it is certainly an early indication of
what exactly the sea meant to me and what barriers, if any, I would be willing to overcome
to have it in my daily life.
My all-time favorite
movie is one I have probably watched at least three dozen times, I know in the
seven years I have lived in Nova Scotia, I have watched it at least twice or
three times a year. I have it on DVD and permanently stored within the PVR ~ it is
the 1935 version of "Mutiny on the Bounty" with Charles Laughton as Captain Bligh
and Clark Gable as Fletcher Christian. In my opinion, it is the best of the
five Hollywood efforts about this true story of the mutiny aboard HMS Bounty. Every time I have
watched the movie, I come away with the same thoughts of how fantastic and exciting
it would to go back to 1789, with no knowledge of modern-day comforts and
conveniences, to sail the trade winds all the way to Tahiti, spending months there enjoying the
fruits of the land, the climate and the warm turquoise waters. Then to later join the mutiny, sailing vast areas of the Pacific with Fletcher Christian before finding the uncharted Pitcairn
Island to live out my life within its plentiful remote surroundings ~ I
have always thought that as being perfect.
Before moving onto the
main reason for this blog, below are links to previous blogs about visiting sailing ships to Lunenburg and other things maritime ~
Tall Ships in
Lunenburg
https://southshoretidewatch.blogspot.com/2017/08/tall-ships-in-lunenburg.html
Tres Hombre
https://southshoretidewatch.blogspot.com/2017/01/tres-hombre.html
The Picton Castle
https://southshoretidewatch.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-picton-castle.html
Down the other side
of the river and beyond …
https://southshoretidewatch.blogspot.com/2022/10/down-other-side-of-river-and-beyond.html
Some of the links
above mention or have photos of The Picton Castle whose home port is Lunenburg.
Currently the barque (a sailing ship with three masts) is on another year-long
around the world voyage, with stops at Panama, Pitcairn Island, Tahiti, Fiji,
Bali, Cape Town, St. Helena, Grenada, Bermuda and more. Anyone can sign up to
be on the crew for such an adventure, there is no need or requirement to have any previous
sailing knowledge or experience. It is expensive, but does come with a year of
room and board, many life-changing experiences and volumes of memories that could be told for a very long time.
You can track The
Picton Castle's current progress and read the captains log from the following web-site ~
https://picton-castle.com/
The link below is to a 5-minute
YouTube video which gives a brief history of The Picton Castle and more about
its world excursions ~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OKLPC4askE
Also on YouTube,
there are eight episodes of a series titled ~ “The Tall Ship Chronicles:
Amateurs Sailors Navigate the Globe!”, which covers an eighteen month around the
world voyage from 2001/02 aboard The Picton Castle, it is truly great viewing.
Episode 1 can be
found at the following link, with all the others listed on the YouTube page
sidebar ~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhzrXlo8lrA&t=473s
The subject of this
blog ~ Nautical Charts …
I guess I have got
carried away a bit with all that I have written above. The actual purpose of this
blog is to show off a couple of acquisitions I made during September of last
year (2022) ~ those being two gigantic Nautical Charts.
Within the time we
have lived here in the South Shore; a Ship and Boat Chandlery has opened up in
Lunenburg. It is a truly fascinating place filled with all sort of maritime
bits and pieces, or in their own words ~ “A cheeky ship's chandlery located in
historic Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, chock full of thingamabobs & doodads I
have yet to learn the names of …” In addition to lots
of thingamabobs & doodads, they also have a healthy stock of old and extremely old Nautical Charts. They are absolutely lovely and randomly you can find one for any of the seas, oceans and coastal areas of the world. Every time I am in Lunenburg,
I stop by the chandlery to wander through the treasure trove of hundreds of
ship and boat thingamabobs, and then always spend time searching through the large stack
of Nautical Charts in the hope of finding one for Scotland.
During that September
day last year along with the great help from Julie, who was visiting us from
Ontario, we found two that for me were from familiar and well-known areas of Scotland ~ there will be more on this further below after the following photos showing Lunenburg’s
Ship and Boat Chandlery and many of its “thingamabobs & doodads” ….
The Nautical Charts ~
Upon finding the
charts which I recall were conveniently located at the bottom of a huge pile, I had no hesitation
about becoming their next proud owner. My plan was to eventually make
a rustic style frame for each and then find two walls in the house with a big
enough area to accommodate them. But first because the charts came with a
decades old fold in each of them, I decided that they would need to spend a year under the
living room area rug to flatten them out. So off they went out of sight to hopefully minimize the fold markings.
Fast forward now to
September 2023 and the unveiling by rolling up the area rug, to expose the
perfectly flat and I believe stiffened up charts. What followed then was a couple of
lovely days out in the garage with stock of recycled wood, where I made
two frames. The resulting big one is 52” x 33” (1.32m x 0.84m) and the smaller
one at 46” x 33” (1.17m x 0.84m).
Both charts cover Scotland’s west coast, the bigger one which dates from June 1956 is for "The
Firth of Clyde, Cloch Point to Little Cumbrae Island", which happens to be the areas I
sailed around during my sea fishing days aboard Bluebell. The second chart
dating back to July 1933 covers Lower Loch Long, an area which has a strong
family connection to me.
The Firth of Clyde,
Cloch Point to Little Cumbrae Island ~
|
My fishing area |
Lower Loch Long ~
|
Blairmore and Kilmun can be seen on this part of the chart |
Within the Loch
Long chart are the coastal villages of Blairmore and Kilmun. From
the early years of the 20th century, my great grandparents Hugh
Wright and Janet Strath had a house on the beautiful waterfront at Blairmore. Along the shore from Blairmore is Kilmun, where they and other family members are now buried at Kilmun Parish
Church.
The following blog from
our 2019 visit to Scotland has a number of photos which show how beautiful this
coastal area is ~
Scotland 2019 part 2
~ The Shore
https://southshoretidewatch.blogspot.com/2019/09/scotland-2019-part-2-shore.html