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WHAT I REMEMBER OF EYC". K.C.CLARKE.
"NOBBY". 1923 - 2004.
When
I first came to the Club ( 1947 ) the lightship ( "Garson 2"
) had only recently been purchased and "Garson 1" had been laid
up in the Middle Creek. I was told that she had been used by a group of
doctors who kept small animals on board on which they used to experiment.
A member
called Joe Elvin, a retired printer, lived on his boat all through the
war and with the help of his shot gun kept intruders at bay!
The "Garson
2" was purchased from Trinity House in 1945 for £140 and was
delivered FOC to the Club Saltings lashed alongside the THV "Patricia".
In those days the only lighting aboard was by oil lamps.
The engine
room of the lightship was lined out with lead and the member who removed
it all sold it for his own gain,or so it was said.
With strong
northerly winds "Garson 2" would come out of her hole and when
the tide receded would take up a large list of about 40 degrees. There
used to be a piano in the saloon but I only heard it played on two occasions.
Because of the listing the piano was pinned in place with a row of nails.
Dave Wallace
and I were trapped on board the lightship when the great tide of 1953
lifted the ship so high that the gangway left the bank and hung straight
down. Many dinghies went over the sea wall (raised since then) and yachts
came out of their mud berths ( there was then no fill, just marsh and
creeks) and remained there when the waters receded. They then had to be
man handled or dug back into their mud berth. High tide remained for many
hours. Belvedere was flooded and the marshes where the Gypsies lived.
The first
dance ever given on the "Garson 2" was in the 60's and a junior
member provided a gramophone and home built amplifier. Dance records were
obtained from the membership at large.The centre table in the saloon was
dismantled to give room to the dancers.
About that
time Dave Kennard brought an epidiascope and showed photos of members
yachts of yesteryear. Some time later Robbie ( Michael Robinson ) brought
a proper slide projector and a load of slides showing life aboard some
square rigged ships. These he had borrowed from the Maritime Museum.
In the 50's
I was part of the crew who laid the paving stone causeway, replacing the
former wooden one. This was really too narrow and was eventually replaced
by the M1 under the direction of Jimmy Green. Some lighters broke adrift
and sat on this new wooden causeway and the Club had a large section professionally
rebuilt at the expense of the lighter owners.
( These
earlier causeways extended to low water mark from a position ashore, just
astern of "Folgefonn" for launch/recovery of dinghies.The lighter
roads extended from where they are at present upstream of EYC, to roughly
where our bottom moorings are ). During this period Fred Lapslie ( the
Club's White jacketed Steward ) and his wife used to supply a supper on
Saturday night plus a breakfast and a roast dinner on Sunday ( all served
on a white linen tablecloth ) and lots of tea, all for 10 shillings (50p
).When I was thrown out of my lodgings I lived on "Garson" for
several days until I got somewhere to live.
At the bottom
of the lighter roads was an old hulk called "Birchrock" ( an
ex. wooden square rigger used for storing coal) on which lived a retired
Captain ( possibly W.Johnstone, joined EYC 1940 ) who kept watch over
the loaded lighters. He used to visit the Club on a Saturday night and
spin fantastic sea yarns aided by the oil lights and a wood burning stove,
a tortoise.
Sometime
in the 60's there was an accident involving Howard Smith and Bill Frost.
They had climbed the rigging attached to the lightship's mast to fasten
some wet sails to dry out. The rigging snapped and they fell to the deck
from about 10 feet ( 3 metres ).Howard injured his ankle so badly that
he could not walk. He was carried on an improvised stretcher to Bill Frost's
"bog boat" ( a Hastings Lugger) This happened on a Bank Holiday
weekend and although Howard rested all day Sunday he could only walk with
improvised crutches made from flotsam ( a broken paddle ).
He was put
in a wheelbarrow and taken to the car park at the end of Manor Road (
where the barrier is ). Bill Curwood drove him up to the Savoy Hotel,
London, where he was convinced that he could get a room.
In his muddied
state, dressed in airforce battledress, walking with the aid of the driftwood
crutch he was not given one! Not undaunted he asked for a telephone and
booked a room at the Astor by name and got in there.
Sailing
up river just above the town off the southern sewage outfall and treatment
works, I met a wall of soap suds extending right across the river some
four feet high! This supposedly came from a firm which made home perm
kits. All kinds of chemicals were in the river then which discoloured
the paint on boats, and was known as the purple plague. Cutlery and brasswork
was also tarnished, not just afloat but also houses in Upper Belvedere,
Charlton etc, not just riverside properties!
The pollution
was so bad that a hand put 2 inches ( 5cms ) down in the river water became
invisible due to the filth. Any members ( and general public ) swallowing
riverwater were treated in the local hospital and often had their stomachs
pumped out.
On about
November the 5th we used to have a firework party and one of the set pieces
was a Catherine Wheel made up of rockets. Another was rockets "back
to back", the top one igniting the lower one which then hurtled back
to earth.
Early one
Sunday morning a Cadet Member banged on the door of the bar where I was
sleeping to say there was a corpse fully dressed lying across the causeway.
I got dressed and verified this find and checked that the man was dead.
I phoned the local police and they turned up with a coffin on wheels and
took the man away. Later I found out that he had been the watchman on
the lighter roads opposite Erith Town and had been out celebrating prior
to falling in.
On another
occasion whilst dinghy racing I found a bloated corpse in the water and
towed it into the town causeway. The man was an awful sight as his eyeballs
were gone. I left my name with the police and in due course got some salvage
money. 10 shillings ( 50p ) I think.
Another
time,again midweek, when I had a half day off there was an exceptionally
low tide. This caused the boats on the outer trot ( about where the middle
trot is today,only two trots then ) to touch the bottom.Going searching
along the exposed river bottom I found several anchors and rowlocks in
good condition, plus many tools lying in the peat.
A further
midweek incident was when an old fashioned sludger ( which carried treated
sewage out to sea for dumping ) coming upriver rounded Crayfordness. She
then had an electrical power failure with the rudder set to turn to the
ship to port and the engine running strongly. The ship managed to miss
all the yachts on the moorings as she came to rest on our foreshore.
Without electrical power the control of rudder and engine was lost although
the crew let go both anchors run free from the lockers, slowing her down,
as she approached the shore . When this happened there was an impressive
display of sparks from both of the ship's hawse pipes. This all happened
at half flood. Alan Beckett was also present at the club when this happened.
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Addendum
As a result
of the last newsletter the following was received from Peter Rowing
I will always
remember Nobby Clark and how he first crossed the channel to Calais with
Alec Grey, who told him to steer southeast for the town hall. After a
few inexplicable course changes by Alec, the tower on the Calais town
hall loomed out of the mist and they sailed into the harbour. Nobby didn't
care to ask Alec how this had been achieved as he was an awkward old cuss,
however it was explained. At that time there was an air ferry for cars,
that flew out of Lydd airport, war surplus freighters that struggled into
the and flopped down in a field by Calais. Every time one flew over, a
course correction was made, better than GPS.
Alec Grey is long
gone, I remember him for his immaculate sailing gear, an old mackintosh
with a bit of sisal string tied around the waist. Hardly fit for Cowes
Week old chap, and tea with the Queen, but then there were quite a few
eccentric characters around Erith at the time, as there probably still
are
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