Ikea's Erie Basin Park - a remnant of the great Erie Basin dry docks

The Great Dry Docks at Erie Basin. Red Hook, Brooklyn waterfront were at the heart of New York's central place in the world's maritime industries.  Ships as long as 700 feet could be accommodated to be repaired, maintained, built, and rebuilt at the Todd Shipyard until the drydock's short-sighted demolition in 2006 to became the Ikea parking lot.

Today some of the artifacts remain as Erie Basin Park - on the edge of the huge Ikea store in Red Hook at Erie Basin.  The only ships that now dock there are the ferries that bring shoppers.  Across the basin Reinauer Transportation docks its waiting barges.

bollards

An old caisson

Compass

winch

tools

Able-bodied seaman

hawsers

Good, cheap furniture

The ruins of the Todd Shipyard at Erie Basin

 

Nancy returns to the homeland, the village of Costelloe, Galway County.

Twenty years ago Taisy and I went to visit the ancestral village: Costelloe, just west of Galway City where the ferry leaves for the Aran Islands.  My great grandfather Thomas Costello - after whose daughter Teresa Costello my daughter Taisy is named.  As is our grandson Cassius Costello. 

We lost the film but my Irish twin sister Nancy has returned. Travelling with her friend Grace she spent an afternoon with proprietor Muireann Walsh at Tigh Kitt, the local pub (once named Costelloe's).

Of course she got on the water to see the Cliffs of Moher and to visit the Aran Islands where too there are stone walls and the grass is green - as in Costelloe. - George

Sisters?

Aran Islands

Cliffs of Moher - from both sides now

 

Seven Days in May

Learn to sail step by step - Video John Post

 

Lobster groups mount uncertain First Circuit fight on fishery’s future | Courthouse News Service

Lobster groups mount uncertain First Circuit fight on fishery’s future | Courthouse News Service

BOSTON (CN) — Arguing before a skeptical First Circuit, an attorney representing a group of Maine lobster fishermen said a federal rule designed to protect the endangered North Atlantic right whale targets a portion of the ocean where there are no right whales.

“We need to figure out where the whales are and target those areas,” said attorney Alfred Frawley IV at oral arguments Tuesday before the federal appeals court in Boston.

But the First Circuit appeared to give Frawley a frosty reception, saying at one point that the record lacked evidence that the seasonal closure would lead to lost lobster boats and jobs across the coast of Maine.

The National Marine Fisheries Service issued the rule at issue in 2021, closing a 967-square-mile strip of ocean off the coast of Maine to the use of vertical line buoys, a method of fishing most common with lobster fishermen, between the months of October and January.

Regulators say the move is meant to protect the endangered North Atlantic right whale, whose population is hovering at about 336. One of the biggest threats to the animal is entanglements, with some of the most common entanglements involving lines and buoys.

Though the fishermen have secured a temporary restraining order from a federal judge, a three-judge panel of the First Circuit unanimously blocked that order in November, allowing the seasonal closures to take effect pending the government’s appeal.

Perhaps even more worrying for the lobster industry, however, was the panel’s mention in that ruling that the National Marine Fisheries Service could ultimately prevail on its seasonal closure of that area off the coast of Maine.

“As we have explained, it is likely that the Agency ruling at issue here will be sustained given the deference that a court must accord to executive agencies carrying out congressional mandates,” U.S. Circuit Judge William Kayatta Jr. wrote for the panel in November.

Along with Judge Gustavo Gelpi Jr., who was also on the November panel, Kayatta was joined Tuesday by Judge Sandra Lynch for the latest round of oral arguments.

Frawley argued the National Marine Fisheries Service rested solely on speculation in closing the strip of ocean — a move that he said could leave lobster fishermen losing out on 4 million pounds of catch. He had asked the government to do acoustic recordings, aerial surveys and more testing to better locate right whale habitats.

Lynch asked Frawley if he had approached attorneys for the Marine Fisheries Service to see if they would work out a way to get more information about what was happening in the ocean.

Frawley began to make two points, but Lynch cut him off: “Will you answer my question rather than making a speech?” the Clinton appointee said.

Frawley then said his clients were not allowed to sit on the take-reduction team.

The Atlantic Large Whale Take Reduction Team, made up of industry groups, conservation groups and state officials, is a group that seeks to reduce the harm to whales caused by fishing gear.

A Portrait of South Georgia: Abundance, Exploitation, Recovery - The New York Times

It is the cold waters that are rich with plant life, and the big mammals and birds that made the Southern Ocean - the waters around Antarctica - the richest hunting grounds for whalers.  The one port on South Georgia, the 1,367 square mile island nine hundred miles east of Cape Horn, is Grytviken.  It is most famous as the place from which Amundsen embarked for the South Pole, and  Ernest Shackleton in 1914  shoved off for two years stranded in the ice pack.  And to which he returned in the legendary 900 miles small boat journey from Elephant Island at the tip of the Antarctic peninsula.

My friend Richard Hudson stopped there aboard Issuma on his way to Capetown from the Antarctic.

There he met Sally Poncet who lives and studies on the island.

Richard tells me 

Sally Poncet.  I met her when I was in

Grytviken--she was counting wildlife.  I seem to recall her

half-jokingly telling me I had too much stuff (dinghy, liferaft,

spinnaker poles, fisherman sail) stored on deck.  As I think you know,

my boat (a Damien II), is a copy of the sailboat that she wintered in

Antarctica on, so she's definitely someone I'd listen to (though I still

have all that stuff stored on deck :)  

- GWC 

 A Portrait of South Georgia: Abundance, Exploitation, Recovery - The New York Times

John Harvey, MP, Merchant Mariner remembered on the centenary of his birth

 My old friend Richard Harvey - a socialist Barrister - who played a key role in the Bloody Sunday inquiry, remembers his father, a Derryman, Merchant Mariner, and Conservative MP. 

Asked later how he dealt with the risk of being torpedoed, he said: “if we were carrying iron ore, we slept fully clothed and in our life jackets. If the hold was full of explosives, we put on our pyjamas. No point in worrying.” Fortunately, when his ship was torpedoed in 1942 it was not carrying explosives and, after three days clinging to an overcrowded raft in the Indian ocean, he and his fellow seamen were rescued.

Richard Harvey

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100 years ago today in Derry my father drew first breath. Though he and his family left at the height of the 1920s Troubles, he took lasting memories with him; of walking the City Walls with his parents and of outings on the River Foyle with the Sea Cadets his father ran. In 2000 I moved to Derry for the Bloody Sunday Inquiry. One day I called him just as the Guildhall clock bonged at noon. “Hah, haven’t heard that for 80 years,” he said.

His Scottish father was in the first wave sent to Flanders in 1914. He survived the Somme but was invalided back to London after Mons. He was nursed by an East End girl from Poplar, whom he married. They ran Missions to Seamen hostels, first in Wales, then Derry, then a travel agency sent my grandfather back to Belgium to give English families tours of the beautiful city of Bruges, the beaches of Ostend and the battlefields of the Great War.

In Bruges, my father was taught by French-speaking nuns. His first day, being an inquisitive child, he found a small porcelain pot on his desk, filled with a mysterious dark substance. His hands covered in indelible ink, he was banished to the school chapel to repent his wicked ways. Still curious, he saw a rope dangling from the ceiling. A tug, and the school bell pealed out. The priest in charge drummed into him the urgency of learning French.

With the Great Crash, the family moved back to England and ran the Workers’ Travel Association’s trade union holiday home in Dorset. At Lyme Regis grammar school he met Joyce Lane. When he became Head Boy and she Head Girl, she refused to let him take himself too seriously; when he pinned announcements on the school notice-board she drew stick men on them, to the amusement of the headmaster, if not the head boy.

He won a place at university but, as so often in those days, his parents couldn’t afford the fees. So, when war came, he remembered the visits to the WWI battlefields with his father: the grisly detritus still sticking out of the ground – helmets, even bones. He enlisted in the Merchant Navy so he could play his part against fascism without having to carry a gun. He took a crash course to become a radio officer. What he saw of the world, from New York to Durban, from Calcutta to Sidney, left him with a profound concern for equality and human dignity and an interest in international affairs that lasted until his final days.

Asked later how he dealt with the risk of being torpedoed, he said: “if we were carrying iron ore, we slept fully clothed and in our life jackets. If the hold was full of explosives, we put on our pyjamas. No point in worrying.” Fortunately, when his ship was torpedoed in 1942 it was not carrying explosives and, after three days clinging to an overcrowded raft in the Indian ocean, he and his fellow seamen were rescued.

He was demobbed on 15th November 1945. Two days later he and Joyce married in Lyme Regis. He had no job, no university degree and his work experience was limited to just five years at sea. But he never doubted his own abilities and he had a remarkable way of persuading others to trust them too. If he’d been a lawyer, he would never have lost a case!

Starting as a trainee in a company supplying lubricants to shipping lines, he became its general manager in a few years. Living in Churchill’s constituency, he threw himself into Conservative Party politics. He was never afraid to disagree with party leadership or even with Churchill the first time they met. “Come on, Harvey, we must have a talk,” said Churchill and steered him into his library to discuss foreign policy. The 27 year-old must have made an impression on the 73 year-old because when someone attempted to introduce them again weeks later, Churchill said: “You don’t have to introduce me to Harvey, we’re old friends, aren’t we Harvey?”

As Chairman of Churchill’s constituency party, Harvey was summoned to 10 Downing Street on April 6, 1955. Churchill took his customary seat in the Cabinet Office, beckoning my father to sit on his left. He showed him a copy of his letter of resignation to the Queen. Signing it, he said: “There are only two people to whom I have written such a letter; to my Sovereign as representing the Nation and to you as representing my constituents.”

The following month, John Harvey was elected MP for Walthamstow East, a seat he held through the elections of 1959 and, by the tiniest of margins, in 1964. He refused offers of junior ministry posts, preferring the security of his day job in the oil industry. In 1966, when Labour won Walthamstow, he left the business of politics and continued in the politics of business, serving as public affairs director on the board of Burmah Castrol, together with Dennis Thatcher – of whom he was much fonder than he was of Mrs T.

His own political philosophy was perhaps best summed up on the 50th anniversary of Churchill’s appointment as Prime Minister. “There is no handbook of Conservative dogma,” he said: “The fundamental aim of conservatism is to conserve all that is best out of the past and to use it constructively in the present for the benefit of the future.”

He cared passionately about conserving Epping Forest, which he served as a verderer for 28 years, determined to maintain its original acreage against the encroachments of developer and road builder. After 51 years of their very loving marriage, Joyce died in 2007. He followed a year later.

He managed every little detail of his life and tried hard to manage mine. He needed to be sure I could work the ancient Amstrad which he used to write his carefully crafted letters and keep meticulous accounts. He was a very public man but very private too; he shared the secrets of his filing cabinet but never told me of his poems or his young man’s dreams, shut in a dusty briefcase for me to find when he had gone. He kept his feelings close. We shook hands awkwardly until his last decade, when suddenly he opened to embrace and we would kiss each other’s weekend-stubbled cheeks and say those strange words: I love you.

A Portrait of South Georgia: Abundance, Exploitation, Recovery - The New York Times

A Portrait of South Georgia: Abundance, Exploitation, Recovery - The New York Times

Photographs by Eric Guth

Text by Jennifer Kingsley

• April 18, 2022, 5:00 a.m. ET

At the onset of the coronavirus pandemic, with travel restrictions in place worldwide, we launched a new series — The World Through a Lens — in which photojournalists help transport you, virtually, to some of our planet’s most compelling places. This week, we share a collection of images from the sub-Antarctic island of South Georgia.

Sally Poncet first came to South Georgia in 1977. Back then, she said, the sub-Antarctic island was as gorgeous as it is today: A spine of mountains, some 100 miles long, defines the terrain; glaciers drape down from the peaks, with verdant slopes running up to meet them; glistening beaches wrap around the shoreline. But in those days, Ms. Poncet recalled, the island had an empty feel to it. “You felt a lack,” she explained. “It wasn’t alive like you knew it could be.”

Nobody knows South Georgia the way Ms. Poncet does. An independent field ecologist, she has surveyed or counted everything from its grasses and albatrosses to its elephant seals. Her second son was born on a sailboat here in 1979. Now, at the age of 69, she continues to work in the field — just as she did 45 years ago.

One result of these changes is a soundscape replete with squeaking, barking, belching, groaning and growling.

“Seals are calling everywhere,” said Ms. Poncet., “It’s constant — absolutely constant noise.”

Counting whales and understanding their habits can be an arduous task, but Jen Jackson, a whale biologist with the British Antarctic Survey, is working on it. Dr. Jackson’s research methods include professional observers, biopsy darts, fecal samples, droplets of whale breath, acoustic detectors and satellite tags. Using historical catch counts and new scientific data, her team has concluded that humpbacks are back to their pre-whaling numbers; there are 24,500 of them in the Scotia Sea, which surrounds South Georgia.

Ridding the island of the invasive land mammals — reindeer, rats and mice — required a monumental effort and over $13 million, but the payoff for wildlife has been extraordinary. During the summer of 2013, teams that included both Indigenous Sámi reindeer herders and Norwegian marksmen came to eradicate a reindeer population of 6,700 animals. The marksmen returned in 2014; they were so efficient that for every 10 animals they killed, they used just 11 bullets. By 2015, the island was free of reindeer.

The pipits poured in from rat-free areas so fast that scientists didn’t have time to document their recovery. Because these birds can lay four clutches of between three and five eggs per year, their numbers grew in a flash. Meanwhile, those living at the main British Antarctic Survey station found themselves watching large rafts of pintail ducks in the harbor during wintertime, and flushing pipits and pintails from the tussac grass during spring.

“It was like Grytviken was haunted by pintails,” said Jamie Coleman, a biologist who has spent three years on South Georgia. “You could constantly hear their whistling throughout the buildings.”

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US Sailing Team takes silver and gold in Mallorca, Spain

The 51st Princesa Sofia tournament took place last week in Mallorca, Spain. The US. Sailing team took a silver and a gold.  These photos capture the excitement and athleticism of Olympic class racing today.