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February 4, 2022 by Colin Jones Leave a Comment

SS Brioni

SS Brioni (Web Photo: Courtesy Signor Stelio Zoratto)

The Steamship Brioni was built for Österreichischer Lloyd of Trieste, as a mixed passenger-cargo ship, in the shipyard Cantiere Navale Triestino (CNT) in Monfalcone. The Brioni was launched in December 1909 and was to sail the coastal routes of the Adriatic, from Trieste to Dalmatia and Albania transporting passengers and cargo alike. Brioni was a typical coastal steamship of her day, small enough to access the sometimes compact ports of the Adriatic Islands and multi-purpose to make best financial advantage of trade and passengers to the benefit of her owners. Brioni would probably be best be described as “unremarkable” for all intents and purposes, a somewhat disingenuous term for such a workhorse, but as you will see, somewhat prescient……. 

Monfalcone Shipyard, c1909 (Web photo: Courtesy Associazione Marinara Aldebaran, Trieste)

Even the yard which laid her keel and built her, 30 kilometres west of Trieste (on the shores of a somewhat unhealthy, recently reclaimed swamp at Panzano), on the seafront of Monfalcone, had little to commend it other than its availability, its proximity to a local workforce and the high price of ships from British Shipyards in a falling Austro-Hungarian economy. Brioni was a ship of her time, not built for the glamour of the Italian migration across to the America’s, and not yet the child of growing international tourism in the soon to become glamorous Adriatic archipelago’s, but a solid and functional steamship, as capable of carrying passengers to Constantinople as lumber and fine wines to Split, and the home ports of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The decision to construct a shipyard on the Panzano seafront overlooked by Falcon Mountain (Monfalcone) was taken by the Cosulich Brothers of Mali Losinj, part of an Island chain south of the Istrian city of Pula, itself a port of call for Osterreicher Lloyd with a broad promenade and large natural harbor

Callisto Cosulich 1847-1918 (Web Photo: Courtesy Cosulich Archive)
Alberto Cosulich 1849-1927 (Web Photo: Courtesy Cosulich Archive)

In 1852, the Cosulich brothers Antonio, Gaspare and Marco, bought the sail ships Gloria and Marco and ordered a third, two-masted sailing ship from a shipyard in Fiume, naming her Elena Cosulich after their mother. Fortune favoured the Cosulich family, the Crimean War had compelled the French and the English to charter almost any ship available in the region to support the campaign against Russia and the Cosulich ships were used, almost exclusively and at very high charter rates for almost two years, this income enabled the Cosulich brothers to add to their fleet and led to increasing success. With the opening of the Suez Canal in 1869, and now based out of Trieste (the leading trade city for merchants, insurers, ship-owners and everything connected with the shipping trades), the Cosulich Shipping line was going from success to success. By 1907, under the Cosulich brothers Callisto and Alberto, the Cosulich fleet consisted of 24 sea-going steamers and a harbour tug (Italianliners.com “Cosulich line, History” Online resource: Accessed 21/10/2021), but a worsening of international economic conditions, and a fall of the Austrian currency against the British pound, meant buying ships from the British shipyards was no longer economically viable, and the family decided to develop their own shipyard. Oscar Cosulich, Callisto’s son, and Arturo Rebulla, the mayor of Monfalcone, were school friends, Rebulla offered Cosulich the swamp at Panzano, on the seafront of Monfalcone, to be reclaimed to become the site of the Cosulich shipyard

Cantiere Navale Triestino Share Certificate

Local contracting companies, Faccanoni and Adriatica, had excavated large basins there to recover earth for the construction of the port of Trieste (“Shipyard History, Cantiere Navale Triestino (CNT)” Online resource: muca.elemind.com/en/shipyard-history/ Accessed 21/10/2021) as the area was also close to the Valentinis Canal, with fresh water coming from the Dottori Canal, it made the area ideal for ship construction. On the 3rd April, 1908 the shipyard was inaugurated, becoming the Cantiere Navale Triestino (CNT). The Cosulich brothers were innovators and philanthropic too, they not only planned the shipyard but a company town complete with houses for married workers, hostels for unmarried employees, schools and even recreation facilities such as a theatre and sporting clubs. Monfalcone was very similar, it would seem, to Port Sunlight (1888) or Bourneville (1900) in England, and Cosulich even invited three Scottish managers from Russell & Co (the shipyard where many of their earlier vessels had been launched), to join them as managers, fitting out their workshops with the most high-tech machinery of the times

Monfalcone Machine Works c1907 (Web Photo: Courtesy Associazione Marinara Aldebaran, Trieste)

It is at this point, 1908, when the Monfalcone shipyard produces its first ship, albeit seemingly unannounced, for the Cosulich Brothers, under the direction of Scottish engineer James Stewart, (former technical inspector of the Austrian Union of Navigation), and chief engineer, Andrew Munroe. With the two Scottish Engineers came two hundred skilled workers, arriving from the United Kingdom to complete the Iron & Steelwork

(Carnemolla, S.E. “Monfalcone, history of a shipyard” Online Resource: https://doi.org/10.4000/diacronie. 2584 Accessed 21/10/2021), although the riveters were said to be local Istrians, and the carpentry was carried out using local tradespeople too. When it comes to recorded detail of the early ships out of Monfalcone Yard, there is scant detail available, despite research requests to the archives of several of the local sources in Italy the only record of the named ships produced in those first years at Monfalcone (Carnemolla, S.E. “Monfalcone, history of a shipyard, 2. The first passenger units” Online Resource:  https:// doi.org/ 10.4000/ diacronie. 2584 Accessed 21/10/2021) are:

“Between the spring and summer of 1908 the Trieste and the Split were set on the ports, two mixed steamers of 896 GRT ordered at the Shipyard by the Società Anonima di Navigazione a Vapore Dalmatia”

And:

“In 1909 it was the turn of the Nereide, a cargo steamer of 3,405 GRT for the Tommaso Cossovich Società Anonima di Navigazione a Vapore of Trieste”

Trieste 1909, the first Monfalcone Steamship (Web Photo: Courtesy Associazione Marinara Aldebaran, Trieste)

Now the only conclusion that seems reasonable as the two “…. set on the ports, two mixed steamers of 896 GRT….” noted to be during spring/summer of 1908, which means that Brioni could have only followed them shortly after, as  Brioni was launched in 1909 out of the Monfalcone yard and, seemingly, without either fanfare or mention. I had thought it a reasonable assumption, in the circumstances, that the Brioni was, to use the expression, “set on the ports” either late in 1908 or very early in 1909, I was lucky enough to receive confirmation from Signor Nereo Castelli of the Associazione Marinara Aldebaran in Trieste, that the actual date for the Brioni Order was 12th of July of 1908. A little further digging did surface a series of documents from the museum at Monfalcone and their archivist who chose to remain anonymous under the admin banner “Amministrazione Posta Elettronica Beniculturali” but to whom I extend my gratitude for the wonderful documents sent on, only some of which are used here

Registration of the Steamer Brioni (Scan Courtesy: [email protected])

The certificate and documents of registration for Brioni, built and registered to the Cosulich Brothers subsidiary, the Società Anonima di Navigazione a Vapore Del Lloyd. It is clear that the fortune of the Cosulich brothers was still in the ascendancy at this point, Stefania Elena Carnemolla goes on to throw a focus on the future ambitions of Callisto and Alberto: 

“In 1910 the Cosulich obtained from Vienna a state subsidy agreement for the shipping line with Argentina. It was in this context that the Kaiser Franz Joseph I was born, a passenger steamer of 12,567 GRT for the Austrian Navigation Union. From the traditional and elegant external line, bow to tagliamare, slightly inclined, elliptical stern, central formwork surmounted by two large chimneys, subsequently lowered, the Kaiser Franz Joseph I, with three classes, was launched on September 9, 1911 in the presence of Maria Gioseffa and Massimiliano, archdukes of Austria, making its maiden voyage from Trieste to New York on May 9, 1912. The Titanic, a White Star Line liner, also bound for New York, had been wrecked just three weeks earlier”

The Brioni (Web Photo: Courtesy WorthPoint)

Perhaps the Brioni pretty much slipped under the Radar in 1909 because Callisto and Alberto had bigger concerns, perhaps the opportunities of the coastal Adriatic trades were wearing a little thin by now, perhaps, as the Austro-Hungarian Empire seemed about to expand its horizons beyond European shores, our two entrepreneurial brothers had seen manifest destiny in the loss of the largest moving object on earth to the hubris of the Victorian era? Nonetheless, the Brioni was launched 12th of February 1909 and fitted out at Split between then and the 12th of May of 1909 and, again, there is little if anything to announce her launch. Whatever the reason, the Brioni continued her humble path through to the Levant and served the Consorzio di Navigazione a Vapore of Trieste well, carrying passengers and cargo along the Adriatic coastal routes, from Trieste to Pula and Split, even to Brioni itself perhaps……

For those of you obsessed by detail;

The original documents held in the Trieste Maritime Archives are far more interesting to anyone with a love of the arcane, and a connection with those yellowed and handwritten entries, buried, deep, in the ledgers of companies long since faded from the memory of most of the world, but still there, a tenuous and wonderful connection with the colossal empires which, when they clashed, brought half a world to its knees…….

Austriaco Lloyd Sign-Off for the Steamship Brioni 30 December 1909 (Copy: Courtesy [email protected])
Brioni Alongside, Probably Trieste c1920 (Photo Courtesy: Signor Mario Cicogna)

There are some details which allow a wider view of Brioni’s career between her launch and her loss in 1930 and I am very grateful to the former archivist of the Museo del Mare in Trieste, Signor Stelio Zoratto who provided me with the information available for the known movements of the Brioni, these are hardly a comprehensive lexicon for a ship carrying out two or three journey’s a week for some 21 years of service however many of the records for the Osterreichischer Lloyd company and her various iterations, Lloyd Austriaco, Societa Anonima di Navigazione a Vapore and Lloyd Triestino, were held in archives heavily bombed during the second world war, although there are bound to be more detailed accounts somewhere in the Austro-Hungarian libraries and various official halls of records. It would probably require an Italian or German national, with a great deal of time on their hands, in order to uncover more than I have managed, between the various museums and maritime archives I have been privileged to have the assistance of for this piece:

Museo del Mare, Trieste Records:

Data Sheet for the Brioni (Data: Courtesy Signor Nereo Castelli)

The Arms of the Austro-Hungarian Navy 1867-1918 (Web Illustration: Courtesy Wikipedia)

There is a brief mention of the 08:1914 “Seetransportleitung” requisition buried in a piece about the Hungaro-Croatia Sea Steamship Co Ltd (1892-1921) which references two “older steamers” one of which, by the Museo del Mare account, is very likely to have been the Brioni (Horvath. J “Hungaro-Croatian Sea Steamship Co. Ltd. (Ungaro-Croata), 1892-1921” On line resource: https://hajoregiszter.hu/tarsasag/tengeri/magyar_horvat _tengeri_gozhajozasi_rt__ungaro-croata_/ 46?nyelv=en Accessed 23/10/2021)  “Fortunately, the Seetransportleitung set up in Fiume did not make use of this possibility at once, only two older steamers capable for troop transport were employed between Fiume and Pola and only until the end of the year” as this is a 1914 reference it is difficult not to associate the event and the Brioni, even though she is not mentioned by name specifically. The piece would seem to confirm, in conjunction with the information on the data sheet from Signor Stelio Zoratto, that Brioni played her part (however small), in the Austro-Hungarian war efforts of World War I, carrying troops and, from the second entry, perhaps even munitions & mines in 1914, and then again after a period “Disarmed” from 1914 to 1916, at which point she was again requisitioned as a troop transport for the Austro-Hungarian (“A.U”) Army

Brioni Docked & Loading Lumber, at San Giovanni di Medua, now Shengjin, Albania (Photo, Slightly Digitally Cleaned, Courtesy: Signor Stelio Zoratto)

I dived Brioni in July of 2019 on a second dive trip to Viz, I had the remains of the tri-mix I’d used on the B17 there the day before and had it topped off to dive Brioni. By now I had filled the Green Navy dive-log I had started all those years ago in 1990 and was on a nice and similar hard back from Log-it, so from now on it’s the “Blue Log”…..and it records: “17/07/2019 Brioni Komiza Croatia BRIONI a steamship @ 100m approx.. this had been a luxury transporter carrying both cargo & high end luxury passengers. Lost in a storm with no known explanation (nav error?) The wreck is on it’s Port side & beautiful! Covered in Yellow gorgonians but still carrying wooden planking in places this dive started at the stern & prop down the centre of the hull with more time would’ve meant spending time in penetration. I could spend a week on this wreck it’s just magnificent – must do it again!!”          

Brioni, Teak Decking Intact at Her Bow (Web Photo: Courtesy Wolfgang Polezer crodive.info)

I had no idea the Brioni was going to be such a beautiful wreck, the Island of Viz is truly blessed in ship and plane wreck terms and I never tire of going back. I planned another couple of dives on Brioni this last year (2021) but illness put paid to the dives even though I got to Komiza, I will again return next year God willing, the call of Brioni is strong. I also have unfinished business on Brioni as the Go-Pro failed me for some reason and the dive taken didn’t record. Brioni is dived in an unusual manner by local dive centers, I use Manta, Andi Marovich, the owner, is a friend and Mariska, Andi’s sister, is not only a friend but a great diver and host too, it is always good to return, and know you are supported by professionals

Manta Dive Centre, Komiza, Viz

The Brioni was a surprise, we were dropped off at her stern, the shallowest part of the wreck, as mentioned in the dive log entry, and this seems to be the local “norm”, where UK dive centers would drop you at the deepest point of the wreck as a matter of course. My comment in the dive log is confusing, written in haste, and should read “….more time in penetration would mean more time in decompression”. The Brioni’s stern is her shallowest area, the shelter deck at around 45m and her prop around 50m so my dive began at 45m and the swim down Brioni’s hull, at 70m long, is a considerable one, when you consider you are descending from 45m down to the sea bed at her bow at close to 65m. I had no desire to swim her quickly, and took time to enjoy the Starboard run along her and all the life she has attracted since her sinking in 1930

Brioni, Stern Rudder & Prop (Photo: Courtesy Franco Banfi wildlifephototours.ch)

Getting to Brioni’s bow and turning the dive you cannot help but be taken by the sight of beautiful Yellow sponges all along the wreck, wherever you look they catch your dive lights and make a marked contrast to the deep blue of the Adriatic framing the wreck’s outline. Franco’s shot of the Brioni’s stern shows how pretty the wreck is in terms of the marine life, and there are plenty of fish around her too, depending on the time of year. I have a general rule that I will not penetrate a wreck on my first dive on her, no matter what, Brioni was no exception, I was running slow and enjoying the view, my gas was doing fine and deco was not going to be extensive at around 20 minutes half way back, but the Brioni is one of those wrecks you need to get inside, I cannot wait to dive her again, next summer cannot come quickly enough!

Brioni, Likely Leaving Trieste (Photo: Courtesy Signor Mario Cicogna)

Brioni had already been aground once before her destiny finally caught up with her, on the night of the 16th of February of 1917, at the height of the First World War. Brioni grounded at Gallon Rock near the island of Veglia, the Austrian Navy tug SMS Herkules eventually managing to get her afloat a couple of days later (when her cargo had been lightened), on the 01st March of 1917

The SMS Herkules at Anchor c1915 (Photo: Courtesy Giuseppe, bibliotecamai)

The Brioni was towed to Fiume (Modern Day Rijeka) for repairs and then, after a month, in April of 1917 she transfers to Trieste and resumed service between Albania and Trieste, presumably carrying supplies, munitions and troops, before falling into the hands of the Allies following the end of the war in 1918. Brioni would see another 12 years of service between Trieste, Sibenik, Ancona and Split from 1919 and then Trieste to Albania in 1921, before taking a charter to the Puglia SA Steam Navigation line, the South Eastern heel of Italy where the Brioni covered journeys to and from Venice, Trieste, Pula, Lošinj, Dalmatia, Albania, Bari, Corfu, Preveza and Santa Maura

The Brioni Wreck Site at Ravnik (Web Photo: Courtesy Google Earth)

It would be on one of her journeys between Split and Vis, carrying a cargo of wine and tobacco, that Brioni went to the bottom of the Adriatic off the islet of Ravnik, Cape Jezera, in poor weather and having clearly made a navigational error, putting her “on” instead of between the Vis headland at Teplus and Ravnik or the islets of Mali Budikovac and Ravnik. There were two lives lost on that awful evening, there is no mention I can find of the two who went down with the Brioni, however, just a couple of months ago Andi took divers into Brioni and, on surfacing, one of them asked if there were still human remains on her, as he believed he had identified a human vertebrae in her engine room. The diver was a forensic anthropologist, which puts him in a fairly good professional position to comment, he had left the bone where it was out of respect, however Andi did not manage to find it on a later dive. Being found in the engine room, it would indicate the two lost were stokers, perhaps the last to know the ship was sinking in such circumstances and, deep enough in the Brioni that if she foundered quickly, might have found their route to the upper decks difficult to say the least    

In Memory of Those Souls Lost on the Brioni 09th February 1930

I am, as always, deeply indebted to those who helped me with this piece: Dr Claudia Morgan (Retd) formerly of the Musei di Storia ed Arte di Trieste, Signor Stelio Zoratto (Retd), former librarian of the Civico Museo del Mare Trieste and his colleagues & researchers Signor Nereo Castelli of the Associazione Marinara Aldebaran in Trieste and Signor Mario Cicogna, Giuseppe of the reproductions dept. of Bibliotecami, and the unknown archivist at [email protected]

I am especially indebted to my occasional dive buddy, and stellar international photographer, Franco Banfi and to our hosts and friends Andi & Mariska at Manta Divers, Komiza, Viz

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The Baron Gautsch

September 26, 2021 by Colin Jones Leave a Comment

Pula, Croatia 2015

Baron Gautsch Docked in Pula, Alighting and Boarding Passengers (Web Photo: Courtesy @BaronGautschRovinj)

The Baron Gautsch of the Osterreichischer Lloyd Line, of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, was named after the former Austrian Prime Minister and Interior Minister Paul Gautsch von Frankenthurn. Baron Gautsch and her two sister ships, the Prinz Hohenlohe launched in October 1908, and Baron Bruck launched in the summer of 1913, home port was Trieste, they were essentially, albeit small by today’s standards, luxury liners, with both First, second and General (3rd) Class travel options. The Baron Gautsch was built by Gourlay Brothers & Co. Ltd in their Dundee shipyard, Scotland

Baron Gautsch at Gourlay Brothers Yard on the Slip (Web Photo: Unattributable, Unknown Origin)

The vessel was beautifully built and appointed, however, it was not without its issues from launch. In 1905 Gourlay Brothers had re-fitted their shipyard in order to keep pace with technology, it had been an expensive outlay, in 1906, Gourlay’s had their best ever year financially, but with a drop off in orders in 1907, a single ship (Ulimaroa) being most of her output, in 1908 the order book looked little better. The Ulimaroa ran aground during trials and had to be dry-docked for inspection, an expensive undertaking, and the Baron Gautsch (Lythe S.G.E “Gourlays of Dundee, the rise and fall of a Scottish shipbuilding firm” P. 17, para 3. Merton Hall 1881)  “…. became the subject of such sharp exchanges about delays in delivery and shortcomings in engine performance that Gourlays were involved in the heavy cost of modifying her engines at Trieste, her home port…”. Gourlay’s were late finishing her and delivery was late to the customer, even worse was to come, following her sea-trials the engines‘ output was considered too low, and it fell to Gourlay’s to make modifications to the boilers and improve engine performance at the ship’s home port, Trieste. It is no surprise that the associated expenses for these repairs and modifications were not expected, Gourlay Bros completed them but shortly after that declared bankruptcy

Gourlay Brother’s Shipyard Dundee (Web Illustration: Courtesy Grace’s Guide)

All three of the liners, Baron Gautsch and her sisterships, the Prinz Hohenlohe, and the Baron Bruck, were built for what was at the time known as “The Dalmatian Express Line”, a route that went south of the Austrian Riviera, along the Croatian coast of Istria and Dalmatia. The maiden voyage of the Baron Gautsch was the 16th June 1908 carrying commuters, soldiers moving between Austria and Hungary for duty & service along with their families, businessmen and holiday travelers making the return journey after visiting the popular seaside resorts of the Adriatic

Paul Gautsch, after whom the Baron Gautsch was named, was born in a Vienna suburb, Döbling, in Austria, on the 26th February of 1851 when the Austro Hungarian Empire was at its peak, and controlled most of central Europe. Gautsch, the son of a civil servant, attended the Theresianum boarding school and went on to study law at the University of Vienna, eventually achieving the highest possible honor for the country’s best students, the “Promotio sub auspiciis Praesidentis”  he began a career in the Austrian Ministry of Education. On 5th November 1885 Emperor Franz Joseph 1st appointed him Minister of Education in the second cabinet of Minister-President Eduard Taaffe. Clearly an exceptional politician, Gautsch was appointed “Minister-President” (Prime Minister) of Austria Hungary on 30 November 1897, a position he held 3 times before retiring in 1911, Gautsch remained politically active, and a peer of the Austrian House of Lords (The “Herrenhaus”), and was a continual confidant of Emperor Franz Joseph until his death in the spring of 1918

Baron Paul Gautsch von Frankenthurn (Web Photo: Courtesy Wikipedia)

Osterreichischer Lloyd Line was founded in 1833 by Lloyd Karl Ludwig Freiherr von Bruck, a British citizen, it was the first large steamship company on the Adriatic, and based out of Trieste in Italy. In 1836, the company had established a “Department for steamship navigation” in addition to the extant “Department for maritime trade reports”, thereby officially founding the Osterreichischer Lloyd Steamship Company. In 1842, Emperor Franz Ferdinand honoured the company by permitting their vessels to fly the Austrian Flag, and its officers and sailors to adopt Austrian Naval Uniforms. In 1849, the company launched its flagship, “Vorwarts” (Forward), the name becoming the company motto

Österreichischer Lloyd Poster c1890 (Web Photo: Courtesy Levantineheritage.com)

  When the Suez Canal opened in 1869 Osterreichischer Lloyd opened up routes to the Far East, Singapore and Hong Kong, pressuring the trade Blue Funnel had enjoyed, almost exclusively before that time, with its improved fast steamers and fuel economy around the Cape. Routes were also opened to Mumbai and Columbo and in 1907 the company moved headquarters to Vienna, Austria’s capital, and at that point opened a line to Shanghai. By 1914 at the outbreak of World War 1 Osterreichischer Lloyd was the premier Austro-Hungarian shipping line, it would survive the war, but not the collapse of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, finally being handed over to the Italians in 1919, the line was re-named Lloyd Triestino until 2006, it survives to this day as Italia Marittima

Lloyd Triestino, Österreichischer Lloyd between 1919 and 2006 (Web Photo: Courtesy masterposters.com)

The Baron Gautsch (and her two sister ships), described in the Neue Freie Presse of Vienna (Friday, 14 August 1914. p.10 “Untergang des Floyddampfers ,,Baron Gautsch” ) as “a new, and modern member of the Lloyd Fleet” the report goes on to detail her intended routes, Trieste-Cattaro and Trieste-Corfu, and her “appointments”: 87 first class cabins, 40 second class cabins,  describing the vessel as “…..one of the best ships of the Dalmatian Line” with an interior design fulfilling  the most modern requirements

The August 14th New Free Press 1914 Baron Gautsch (Courtesy: Austrian National Library, Vienna)

The Baron Gautsch had two large dining rooms, one for first class passengers and a second for her other passengers. The walls of the first class dining room had been covered entirely in wood paneling, with each panel featuring pictures. Above the dining room was a music salon, decorated in yellow brocaded silk, a smoking and gents’ room, including a small coffee bar, was adjacent, and finally there were 150 third class passenger accommodations

Baron Gautsch, Interior Detail, the “Small Coffee Bar” (Web Photo: Courtesy P Ondra)
The Dining Room Baron Gautsch (Web Photo: Courtesy tauchparadies-kroatien.com)

It seems the Baron Gautsch led an unremarkable and idyllic life, steaming up and down the Istrian and Dalmatian coasts between Italy and Croatia, for the first five years of her life, passengers & holiday makers alike rubbed shoulders on her decks and in her lounges, whilst the European superpowers edged closer and closer to conflict in an arms race the world had not seen the like of before

The Beautiful Stairwell, Baron Gautsch (Web Photo: Courtesy H Geiger)
The Main Promenade Deck of Baron Gautsch (Web Photo: Courtesy paluba.info)

 Considering the almost incestuous familial relationships between the Royal families of the time, it is hard to imagine how such a situation arose, this was the Victorian era (from 1837-1901), a time of optimism and bravado, it was the age of the Industrial Revolution, of political reform and social change. The writings of Charles Dickens were driving social conscience, public reform and the eventual abolition of slavery in Britain (1834), the people’s charter of 1838 underpinning civil rights and advancing the emancipation of women, and the discoveries and groundbreaking opus of Charles Darwin, “On the Origin of Species” pushing science into the societal forefront, leading to a railway boom and the first telephone and telegraph. The events marking the reign of England’s Queen Victoria also had a much darker side, with the Crimean War, and the subsequent arms race between the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the British Empire, seeing a scramble to build the world’s largest fleet of Dreadnought Battleships in order to secure dominance of the global seas, and retain the 25% of the world’s population who owed, or gave their allegiance to Victoria, Queen of the largest Empire the world had ever seen

World War 1 in a photograph: cousins, Tsar Nicholas of Russia & King George V of England at Osbourne House, Cowes, on the Isle of Wight (with sons Prince Edward & Tsarevich Alexi) (Web Photo: Courtesy Wikipedia)

It is not without an impending sense of the Victorian Hubris, the kind that in 1912 led to the sinking of the Titanic, the largest moving object on Earth, that we see Queen Victoria’s wider European relations tearing at each other’s throats, in a display of implicit aggression that led to the eventual destruction of the strict class imposed divisions of Victorian society. It may have been the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo, Bosnia Herzegovina, that ignited World War 1, but it was Queen Victoria’s family at the heart of Europe and the Austro-Hungarian Empire, that fanned the flames. Victoria had married her first cousin, Albert of Saxe Coburg, they shared grandparents, Victoria’s mother, Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld, and Prince Albert’s father, Duke Ernst of Saxe-Coburg & Gotha, Ernst and Victoria were brother and sister. Franz Ferdinand was Victoria’s Granddaughter, Marie’s, husband. Of Victoria & Albert’s nine children, all were married off to important European royal families, their daughter Victoria married Frederick the third of Prussia (their son was Kaiser Wilhelm II), their daughter Alice’s child, Alexandra, married Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, and her final daughter, Beatrice, married a German Prince, and those were just the female children  

Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany and King George V of England 1913

It was the outbreak of World War I that doomed the Baron Gautsch, and, in so doing, manifest tragedy from several perspectives, Royal families unable to resolve bitter power struggles, emergent social change and technological advances outpacing a public, hungry for opportunity but with little sense of potential consequence, and basic greed, a struggle for domination in any other form. There is, once again, that portent, Hubris, at the centre of all of this, had Kaiser Wilhelm II not envied Queen Victoria’s Navy and Empire quite so much, had the scapegoats of Bosnia Herzegovina and the Austro-Hungarian Empire treated Serbian Nationalists in a somewhat more politically adept manner, perhaps two world wars could have been avoided, after all, it was the implications of WWI that settled the fate of Serbia and the Balkans, and contributed to the fuel of Europe’s second world war, and an even wider impact on global stability…..

But there was a more profound and immediate Hubris in the Baron Gautsch sinking, and the loss of some 131 souls in the Adriatic Sea…..The Baron Gautsch was unwittingly sunk by her own navy

The 1902-1920 Austrian Minelayer Basilisk (Web Photo: Courtesy International Naval Research Organization)

13th August 1914, at 14:45, The Baron Gautsch, bound for Trieste and steaming at her full speed of 17 Knotts, was sunk by a mine, laid just hours before by the Austro-Hungarian minelayer Basilisk. The Basilisk had seen the Baron Gautsch and was desperately signaling her to prevent her steaming into the minefield they had just laid, to no avail, the signals went unseen, or unheeded, the sickening inevitability of her fate sealed, it was the Basilisk who sent out the first motor launch to save whatever passengers they could, following the detonation of one of their own mines on Baron Gautsch’s Port side. It took just 5 minutes for the Baron Gautsch to list to Port and then slip under the Adriatic. The Basilisk, joined quickly by the Austro-Hungarian destroyers “Balaton”, “Triglav”, “Orijen” and “Uskope” saved passengers swimming in the fuel oil and resultant fire following the sinking, it is ironic that an unknown amount of those left in the water, (without life jackets or a place in the few lifeboats that did launch successfully from the Baron Gautsch), undoubtedly owe their lives to the ship that unwittingly placed them in such danger to begin with

Lussimpiccolo Shipbuilding c1895 (Web Photo: Courtesy skyscrapercity.com)

The Basilisk was built in the shipyard at Lussimpiccolo, which today is the town of Mali Losinj on the island of Losinj in the Northern Adriatic, it is now a part of Croatia but at that time it was part of Austria. Ironically the Baron Gautsch had boarded passengers in that very port on the morning of her sinking. The Basilisk went through the first world war then to be “ceded” (given as war re-payment/spoils) to France in 1919, being commissioned into the French Navy in 1920 as the Aurore, she was transferred to the Romanian Navy in 1922 and re-fitted at Galati shipyard from 1937-1939 when she took part in the second world war

Baron Gautsch in Lussimpiccolo, modern day Town of Mali Losinj (Web Photo: Courtesy Z Kiriskovic)

The Basilisk ended her life in 1941 as the Aurora, sunk by Soviet aircraft, but not before she had taken part in the Soviet occupation of Bessarabia and Bukovina in Romania and then in Operation München, the joint German/Romanian response to the Soviet attack on Romania, her service record notes she contributed to the sinking of a lead destroyer during that period: (On line resource: https://www.wikiwand.com/en/NMS_Aurora Accessed 20/09/2021) “Aurora laid her first mine barrage in the morning of 30 June, off Sulina, during the Soviet invasion of Bessarabia . She was commanded by Lieutenant-Commander Stan Baicu. A second barrage was laid during the night of 10–11 January 1941. She laid a third barrage in the area on 27–28 June 1941. Between 16 and 19 June 1941, she and two other Romanian minelayers, Amiral Murgescu and Regele Carol I (converted merchant ship), laid a barrage of 1,000 mines between Cape Midia and Tuzla, to protect the main Romanian port of Constanța. The mines laid off Constanța would later sink a Soviet destroyer leader during the 26 June Soviet raid on the port. Aurora herself was sunk on 15 July at Sulina during Operation München by Soviet aircraft” 

Basilisk, Starboard Side (Web Photo: Courtesy Wikiwand)

News of the Baron Gautsch sinking reached the world from many sources despite the outbreak of the war, the New York Times of 15 August 1914 carried a brief notice (P3) under the Headline: “150 Die on Austrian Liner” going on to describe the tragedy in short, concise fashion, perhaps due to the sensitivities surrounding the war and the multi-national citizenship of the USA through European immigration, “Killed or drowned when Vessel Hits Mine in the Adriatic. London, Aug 14 – About 150 of the passengers and crew of the Austrian Lloyd Steamer Baron Gautsch were killed or drowned when the vessel was blown up today by a mine off the Island of Lussin, on the Dalmatian coast, according to a Reuter dispatch from Triest. She carried about 300 passengers and crew, of whom about 150 were rescued”

Passengers Relax on the Port Promenade Deck of the Baron Gautsch (Web Photo: Courtesy paluba.info)

The report carried no apportioning of blame and, in the circumstances, that was probably best, as the story unfolds the nature of the sinking became more of an issue, after all, the Baron Gautsch was a civilian vessel, carrying passengers of many nations, and had unwittingly become the first maritime casualty of World War I, and, as it would become clear over the next few days, she was not only a victim of her own Navy, but the first casualty of a new kind of sea mine……… 

The New 1914 Austro-Hungarian Hertz Horn Mine (Web Photo: Courtesy The Great War Blog)

  The new type of mine was known as “Hertz Horn” and had distinct “horns” now archetypal of almost all war movies with naval scenes. Described by The Great War Blog (On-Line Resource: https://ww1blog.osborneink.com/?p=2385 Accessed 17/09/2021) the Hertz Horn Mines were “Made of soft metals such as lead, the ‘Hertz horn’ contains a conductive acid ampule that breaks when the tube bends, thus activating a battery charge to detonate the mine….”

The Ampule and Horn Arrangement of the soon to become ubiquitous “Hertz Horn Mine” (Web Photo: Courtesy Imperial War Museum)

The Great War Blog description continues: “…….Although naval mines have been used for decades, the Hertz horn design is the first manufactured mine that explodes reliably after striking the hull of a vessel, shattering steel with an enormous pressure wave. Always controversial, but especially when they destroy civilian ships, naval mines were very nearly banned by the Hague Peace Conference of 1907. Although the Asquith government officially condemns the Kaiser’s navy for resorting to such indiscriminate weapons, Britain will later copy captured German mines to build their own first reliable contact mines, then lay some 235,000 of them in the allied blockade of Germany”

Contemporary Postcard of the Baron Gautsch Mine Explosion (Web Photo: Courtesy Casa-del-sub-al-Museo)

So where does “Hubris” damn the Baron Gautsch to the depths of the Adriatic, considering this was essentially a non-combatant passenger ship which should, to all intent and purposes, have been a relatively safe haven for passengers throughout the war? Let’s begin with the intended, and the actual use of the Baron Gautsch…… at the start of hostilities, the outbreak of WWI, 28th July 1914 (to 11th November 1918) Austria requisitioned all her Merchant Fleets including those of Osterreichischer Lloyd. The ships were placed under the control of the Austro-Hungarian Navy for a time and carried out troop movements for her armies. The Baron Gautsch was no exception and moved troops and their equipment around the Adriatic from ports such as Trieste to Kotor, in all making four journeys before her fateful return journey from Kotor, bound for Trieste, with Bosnia-Herzegovina refugees and passengers on the 13th August 1914. It is clear from her carriage of military personnel, that the Baron Gautsch would have presented a legitimate target, should it have been an allied or British ship that sunk her

The Assassination of Archduke Ferdinand in Sarajevo (Web Photo: Courtesy E Jazzup)

The tragedy of the Baron Gautsch might easily have been an allied attack, but it wasn’t, the lives lost in her sinking might have been simply avoided….. but they weren’t. Austrian Navy files on the sinking were still open until 1927 all but a few of those were left following a fire in the Vienna “Justizpalast”, some believed to be lost during the burning of the German Reichstag (Parliament Building) 27th February 1933, just four weeks after a certain Adolf Hitler had been elected as Reichschancellor. The sorry tale of the sinking of the Baron Gautsch might not have such a bitter twist, but for a series of damning circumstances described in heartrending sequence (translated by a Mr Felix G. Game), extracted from several of the Austrian Navy’s remaining documents following their judicial investigation into the tragedy……

The Routes of Österreichischer Lloyd’s Baron Gautsch (Web Photo: Courtesy total-croatia-news.com)

From the remaining reports available, and from the genealogical family history of Oberleutnant Robert Franz Schenk of the Bosnian-Herzegovinian Army, Felix Game, whilst researching his ancestor in “The Game Ancestry – Second Edition – Part 1 – Chapter 5”

 (On-line resource: Accessed 22/09/2021. http://freepages.rootsweb.com/~fggame/genealogy/htmldocs/zwierzina-johann-1792-schenk.html )has translated the notation on the Baron Gautsch and the pre-briefings given to the ship prior to departure:

“An advisory meeting was held in the port of Cattaro before the steamer sailed. It was attended by the First Captain and the Second Captain (common designation at Lloyd’s, where the latter carries out the duties of a First Officer) who were informed of the approximate extent of the minefield currently being laid. They were also warned to maintain a sharp lookout and to heed warnings that they may receive from Austrian Navy vessels. The subsequent voyage was uneventful as far as Lussin. In that port the vessel was under the command of the Second Captain, who would be relieved by the Second Officer from Rovigno on (the First Captain was at this point on his scheduled rest period). In Lussin the word was that no problems would be encountered if a distance of 10 nautical miles were maintained from the coast…..”

Baron Gautsch Docked Believed to be in Pula (Web Photo: Courtesy vizalattifotozas.hu)

Felix Game’s tenacity in researching the death of his ancestor unearthed a piece of history which had been lost to his family for generations, a report in the “Wiener Zeitung” (Vienna Newspaper) of 3 Mar 1916 reported of Oberleutnant Robert Franz Schenk: “The Emperor awarded 1½ years after his death the Order of the Iron Crown 3rd Class to First Lieutenant Robert Schenk of the Bosnian-Herzegovinian Infantry Regiment #4 who lost his life on 13 August 1914 during the sinking of the Lloyd Steamer Baron Gautsch while engaged in the saving of numerous humans lives in a heroic, and extremely selfless manner,” It paints a picture of the tragedy of the event, and the heroism of at least one of the passengers lost to the Baron Gautsch sinking, Oberleutnant Schenk had only married 4 days before his trip and the desperate sadness of his heroism conceals an even deeper tragedy, there is no mention of his young wife’s name to be found and both slipped from this earth into the depths of the Adriatic on that day  

Baron Gautsch, Victualing Doors Open, Leaving Trieste (Web Photo: Courtesy www.besser-tauchen.de )

I first heard of “…a shipwreck I dived some time ago off Pula, deep and eerie, I have to say it spooked the hell out of me and you could see it all, it was like a ghost you could see through, almost not there” from one of the mob (sadly I cannot remember exactly who) with me on my UN excursion into the Balkans in 1992 (elsewhere in this blog under “other stuff”). Now, as I was charged with setting up a diving course, and some recreational diving, for the various UN army units involved in the cooling of the situation the death of Tito had caused, and the collapse of the Yalta conference imposition of “Yugoslavia” onto the world map, I was very keen to investigate…..

“……It was like a Ghost you could see through, almost not there…” (Web Photo: Courtesy tauchen-nuernberg.de)

The story of setting up the UN recreational diving programme for the UNPROFOR tour is documented in the earlier piece in this blog, but, during the setting up of the diving, I got nothing out of Vlado, Slavko, Egor or Jellico on any local wrecks at the time. I’d have loved to dive something spectacular however there were restrictions in place and they were being taken seriously, after all, Pula was not only an important port for Croatia, but there were shipyards close so the Pula port authority was reluctant to let anyone dive locally, let alone be given permission to navigate around the coastal areas nearby. It would be years after I finished the UN tour before I thought of returning specifically to dive, and it was more by accident that I learned of the Baron Gautsch (when looking for a dive centre to fill a couple of days of a longer stay, once Ellie had decided Croatia was worth more than a brief weekend visit), than it was a deliberate search for her. I had been back to the Hotel Histria as a sort of catharsis, not from any trauma, the tour was largely uneventful, more from a “missed opportunity” perspective

Punta Verudella, Pula, Croatia 1992

 I had wanted to start a serious dive operation in Pula, based on the Verudella peninsula, following my return to the UK, I knew Croatia would return to being a holiday destination soon enough after the conflict, and I believed I could set-up there and take advantage of a relatively un-dived (from a UK perspective at least) Blue Water location, just 2 hours flight from any UK airport, and with little difficulty, given the co-operation of the Croatian authorities and a desire to bring in foreign income to an economy that tanked during the crisis. Sadly, the idea was quickly squashed, our youngest boy, Kai was born and Ellie’s desire to up-sticks and move to a country only marginally out of a serious conflict was, to say the least, none-existent. There was also the matter of set-up costs, after all, I had nothing but dive kit to show and which bank was going to invest in that situation, perhaps it was, after all, just a pipe dream, but I wanted to see what the chances were, or could have been, so I persuaded Ellie to go over for a week just to see what had come of Pula and Murgon’s dive operation

Changing Rooms, Murgon’s Dive Front, Back in the Day, 1992

The human tragedy of the shipwrecks I am privileged to dive is never far from my mind, not only whilst I am diving the wreck itself, but also as a background to the sinking and the ship, her crew and passengers and the loss their families and friends endure. In researching the Baron Gautsch I had not, until recently, come across actual descriptions of the sinking and the surrounding chaos of the event, perhaps as this is not a wreck widely known in the UK and not a region previously dived very much from the UK, although diving here is definitely on the increase as several expeditions from the US have proven

Baron Gautsch Bridge (Web Photo: Courtesy fransreef)

Indeed, it is a US source that brought home the human tragedy that befell those aboard, Judi Heit in her blog (On-line resource: https://civiliansandwarsatsea.blogspot.com Accessed 23/09/21) researching civilian casualty’s lost through war at sea quotes “Dr. Neubauer” a passenger sailing on the Baron Gautsch with his family, again from the “Wiener Zeitung” 18 August 1914 issue (p.9, c.2):   “There was big panic on board. He credits a chief railway inspector from Brno for keeping his wits about himself, breaking open the cabin door in which the life preservers were stored, and thus providing his fellow passengers the only means of saving themselves. Dr. Neubauer’s party also managed to obtain life preservers and they jumped into the water. His daughter Bertha with the baby in her arms did find a place in one of the life boats, but after a few men jumped into it, the life boat capsized dumping in the water those already seated. The waves tore the child from the mother’s arms and it was never found. Continuing to swim, Neubauer found his other daughter Luise (who was a teacher at her father’s school), but never again did he see his wife, nor his daughter Berta’s maid”

Baron Gautsch Illustrated as She Rests (Web Illustration: Courtesy D Frka)

Following the sinking the Captain, Paul Winter and Second Captain (First Officer) Luppis, who both survived the incident, were interned in Pula to answer for the situation and circumstances that led to Baron Gautsch’s demise. On the deck, in command at the time of her sinking, Second Officer Tense, had no briefing in regards to the minefield, Felix Game’s translation is damning: “Approximately abreast of Pola the commanding Second Captain had the Second Officer called, and told him that he was not feeling well, and asked him to relieve him 45 minutes earlier than scheduled. The Second Officer readily agreed to this without having any knowledge of the danger of the mines. He had been supervising the embarkation of passengers and the loading of goods in Cattaro and was for this reason not present at the pre-departure meeting. And strangely enough, none of the other people who knew thought of informing him about the dangers, allowing the Second Officer to sail blindly into the recently laid minefield” (On-line resource: Accessed 22/09/2021. http://freepages.rootsweb.com/~fggame/genealogy/htmldocs/zwierzina-johann-1792-schenk.html )

Baron Gautsch 2015 (Photo: Courtesy D Bonnici)

Second Officer Tense, who neither the Captain nor First Officer had briefed on the activities of the Austrian Minelayers, survived the sinking. In horrifying irony, Second Officer Tense would later be found on the shores at Pula with a bullet hole in his head, assumed at the time to be suicide. Whilst both the Captain and First Officer were reprimanded, detailed records were lost in the chaos of the war, and the various administrative fires of the time, but both seem to have escaped any serious consequences, remaining with Lloyd’s Austria and commanding several vessels in the following years. There was, of course, in the circumstances, opportunity to deflect blame, at least initially: “Immediately after the catastrophe, there were of course suspicions of a bomb having been placed aboard – after all there was a Serb woman working in the kitchen”, a telling statement clearly showing the animosity of the time between Austro-Hungary, Serbia and Bosnia-Herzegovina, following the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand (the heir to the throne of Austria), and the resultant outbreak of the war in Europe. These suspicions proved unfounded when the investigations proved Basilisk had not only mined the area hours before, (indeed having finished that exercise, literally, only to see Baron Gautsch steam headlong towards their deadly and destructive network of new mines), but that Baron Gautsch was paying no attention to their attempts to warn her off

Promenade Deck Corridor, Baron Gautsch (Photo: Courtesy D Bonnici)

  I dived Baron Gautsch in 2015 with Indie Divers of Pula and from the start of the descent down the shot there was the anticipation of an epic dive, my Navy Log book describes the dive: “05/10/15 BARON VON GAUTSCH Pula Croatia So after 23 years I manage to get back to dive Pula my first ever foreign dive site! This time the Baron Von Gautsch an Austro Hungarian passenger liner sunk by mine an hour and a half out of Pula with great loss of life in 13 August 1914. We dropped onto the bow @ 35m and then toured through the bridge & into the main of the ship. The Baron is very open – stood flat on the sea bed and upright but with some wood still evident on her promenade deck. The viz was good and this is a go-pro dive so all recorded. We went through her deck levels to her engine room where you can see her steam engines & back up to go to the stern then we swam the Port bridge deck to exit at the bow & deco for half an hour – great return to Croatia – loved the dive! Air In 230 Out 100 Viz 10-12m Buddy David an Italian Photographer”

Towards the Engine Room, Baron Gautsch (Photo: Courtesy D Bonnici)

As is always the case, the dive log does little to describe the feeling of diving the Baron Gautsch, there is of course a descriptive of the wreck, a rough outline of the areas visited, but nothing to evoke the feel of her! The first impression of the bow looming out of a green and gloomy Adriatic on that October morning was quite something, the wreck almost shrouded in the haze of what was a darker and lesser viz than usual in the Adriatic. Knowing there had been many innocent casualties, a high proportion of those casualties children, made the dive bitter-sweet, those with children will perhaps better understand the deep despair of lost young lives. The wreck is in beautiful condition, wholly intact and sat, in epic movie style, as if she could sail away at any moment, but skeletal, thin of any fittings, windows, portholes, doors, anything…..it is clear that any fittings have been taken over the years, some feature in museums, where they really should be, I’m sure some are held privately too

Gourlay Brothers Makers Plate from Baron Gautsch, Rovinj Museum (Web Photo: Courtesy Rovinj Museum)

The run through her was bathed in eerie green light like that at Stoney Cove during the summer months. The corridors show where teak planking would have lain, jagged support frame ironwork evident and awaiting anyone not in tight control of their finning or arm movements, occasional remnants of Teak linger as a reminder of the Baron’s once pristine and luxurious fittings and fixtures. The middle deck towards the centre of Baron Gautsch shows what would have been her stairwell and, in the film of the dive, if you watch, you will see one of her funnels, collapsed into the space resting at a sharp angle down the stairwell, but still allowing plenty of room for us to descend and look at the engine room itself

Navigating the Middle Section of Baron Gautsch (Photo: Courtesy D Bonnici)

I loved diving the Baron Gautsch, the easy access throughout is rare in a wreck, her size making her a wreck you can see a lot of on a single dive, if you don’t mind a little deco, and her depth meaning nitrox is a great option allowing longer dive times. Really though, the Baron is an amazing survivor of a catastrophic, almost tectonic clash between superpowers, the Austro-Hungarian Empire and her allies, and the British Empire and, eventually, her allies. The very first maritime casualty of World War I sits defiantly, when almost all evidence of that tumultuous conflict has vanished from the surface of the Earth, in her saline crypt, a monument to technology, to hubris and to the futility of all wars. I describe diving shipwrecks as a privilege, diving such a monumental wreck as the Baron Gautsch is a rare privilege indeed, the mere fact she exists is insufficient to fully capture the feeling of gliding through corridors once trod by the elite of Austro-Hungarian society, the truth of her testimony transcends that, the Baron Gautsch sits as proof mankind is doomed, if for no other reason than the stark reality….there is still war on Earth……..and she begs the question….will there ever not be war somewhere on Earth? 

The Baron Gautsch Bow (Web Photo: Courtesy inistrien.de)

The Baron Gautsch mirrored the 1912 loss of the Titanic, both steaming headlong towards catastrophe in a kind of blissful ignorance of the imminent danger they were in, a mirror image of Europe in the lead-up to World War I, it is perhaps no surprise to find the Baron Gautsch is commonly known as the Titanic of the Adriatic! 

My Thanks go to Davide Bonnici, the “Italian Photographer” on our dive, for the excellent photos shown in this piece

Dive The Baron Gautsch With Me…….

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Landsend Bluff

July 12, 2020 by Colin Jones Leave a Comment

New Island, Falkland Islands, South Atlantic Ocean

  So how has a routine dive become one of the best ever dives of a self-confessed Wreck Addict you might well ask? I would normally not have to answer as the chances are honestly “slim to nothing” and if any of my dive buddies or those who know me through diving would say…..not a chance….in hell!  But here we are, on a diving expedition in the South Atlantic Ocean and we have stretched our legs, over some impressive distances, to dive some remoter sites off New Island, and in little more than large rubber dinghy’s to be honest

New Island looking out to Beef Island with Sabina Point off on the Horizon

This trip, on the 24th of January 1996, is a long one, we are going North around the headland, out of our little bay at Coffin’s Harbour, the weather favours the route, the wind, mild on the day, is from the South which means it’s at our backs on the way out, if it turns while we are out we can choose the better direction as it suits, the distance is less returning in a Southerly direction and either way, North or South, will give the shelter of the islands cliffs for the most part of the journey home

New Island & The Pictorial Reference for our Route to Landsend Bluff (Web Photo)

This will be near the limit of the little Inflatables ability to carry fuel and take the weight of us and our dive kit, we will head towards Sabina Point and then on to Bold Point, rounding the Northernmost tip of the Island before turning South through Barnard’s Passage, named after the islands own Robinson Crusoe, and pass North Bluff across Albatross Bay towards our final destination and dive site, Landsend Bluff. This was the point I had spied when visiting the Penguin Rookery at Rookery Hill, visible to my Right, shrouded in mist and then rugged cliffs looming against the background of open sea as the mist cleared and the sun broke free of the leaden sky for a while

“…..rugged cliffs looming against the background of open sea as the mist cleared and the sun broke free of the leaden sky”

  We passed the seal colony under Precipice Hill on our way, and ran in closer to the shore to take advantage of the easier waters nearer the headland, and to enjoy the company of the inquisitive and playful seals as they dived into the water to indulge their curiosity at the sight and sound of our little craft, and the oddness of the appearance of such weird looking creatures in their pristine, largely unvisited, natural environment, where we must have, quite literally, looked like visitors from another dimension…… I loved seeing the Seals and the odd Sea-lion lazing on the rocky headlands, sunning themselves, I loved the reactions as we passed, the splashes as they dived in, the leaping and flash of those under the surface, powering out to get a closer look at us, and there would be a head popping out at whatever distance the individual animal felt safe at, close enough to see if we were a threat, far enough to effect an exit if that threat became real, a visceral demonstration of predatory behaviour….., essentially, from a Seal’s perspective……. “Are they friend or food?”

“…..close enough to see if we were a threat, far enough to effect an exit….”

  As we closed on the Landsend Bluff dive site we approached more spectacular rock formations than we had seen so far, the headlands around New Islands Western side can only be described using superlatives, the imposing rock formations are magnificent carrying local names like Apache Chief, the pillars of Hercules, the Cathedral…..all evoking their own particular expectations, but on approach, and from the vantage point of a small inflatable at sea-level, they became ominous, magnificent edifices, rising from the Southern Ocean to truly dwarf us into universal insignificance

   Apache Chief, staring relentlessly out to the North, over the South Atlantic

  On arrival at Landsend Bluff we spent some time ticking the outboards over and just steering around the cliff bases looking at the dive opportunities….and there were prime sites wherever we looked, it would be a challenge deciding where to make the best entry, everywhere looked amazing, it would have been easy to just run out of time moving from great, to better, to even better and on…..and on…to a point where we just had to say, this is it, we’ve just got to get in and check this out! Everywhere we looked was a Deep and inviting “Blue”, all we could do was select the most impressive looking “best of” and believe me….that was a tough decision!

“…….it would be a challenge deciding where to make the best entry, everywhere looked amazing….”

  I don’t know who eventually chose where we went in, I know I favoured the narrow passage at the Pillars of Hercules, I don’t remember why we didn’t do a swim through on that site, but we ended up close, on the Southern side of the narrow, towering cliff sides, where those of you (old, Like me) who spent every Boxing Day watching Jason and the Argonauts, would picture the Symplegades, (The Clashing Rocks, or Cyanean Rocks of Greek legend, supposedly in the Bospherous) held apart by the sea God Triton, as Jason and his Argonauts row their ship Argo through to safety. The Greek legend being slightly enhanced there as the myth has Jason releasing a Dove, taken by the rocks, before the Argo makes the journey, the Goddess Athena allowing Argo through in the Dove’s wake as the rocks rebound from each other

The Imposing Cliff Base……Spectacle and Grandeur

After we had taken the inflatables around the imposing cliff base for half an hour or so, marveling at spectacle and grandeur, the decision had been made and we kitted up, I would buddy with Percy on this dive and we would soon come to know the site as the Cathedral……..my dive log records: “24/01/96 RIB Dive – Land’s End Bluff – S.A. The Cathedral. Very marginal sea conditions – heavy swell but a great dive in along sheer walls covered in Krill millions of the things like a Red carpet everywhere – in through a Blue Green split in the rocks & into a huge open roofed shaft 180-200’ straight up on all sides. Down to the floor at 11m & in and under the giant slab remains of the roof then out through 4m swell along the passage. Spent time with Penguins & Seals & Dolphins (Peale’s – 3m long) on the return boat ride a Magnificent Summer day – Viz 10m Air In 200 Out 150 Buddy Perc.” This is one of the longest entries for a dive in the log, it shows how much I loved this particular site and the dive but it falls way short of the full reality of the dive

The Cathedral Dive Site……One of the best I have ever dived….

  On entry the water was deeply Blue Green as the diffused sunlight, bright overhead, lit the shallows and danced off the submerged rock walls to our Right, we had significant swell on the surface but it was diveable and less under the water from 5 or so metres down. Percy and I settled in and started to swim forward through shoals of Krill, they really were like clouds to our front and all around, amazing Red colour out of the water but slightly more transparent, no translucent really when under, although the millions that made up the shoal were very tangible and often right in front of the eyes, you could see through the shoal to navigate and we quickly found our cliff base coming to an end, there was brilliant light behind what was a very short passage in the rock face, wide but very bright and inviting, we didn’t have to ask, Percy and I turning almost synchronously into the  20 or so foot gap into what seemed to be a huge indoor pool, with a bottom strewn with huge rocks and those surrounded by hundreds more smaller rocks piled up, so the back wall rose at a pyramidal angle to the surface, the remainder forming the odd isolated pile or , as in the far side of the space, dropped one, onto several others forming an almost Celtic burial chamber, with side supports and a huge boulder, resting on top acting as a shallow roof…..the perfect swim-through! Neither Percy or I had either of the exped’s cameras, but it would have made no difference, the huge space, with shafts of light dancing everywhere you looked, was like the effect in St Paul’s, a holy place where we were perhaps the only humans ever to have visited, (the selection of the dive having been entirely random, the result of our slow meander, under the imposing cliffs where the swell and rolling tide was slightly less imposing) the likelihood of either of us wasting time on photographs was zero

“…..there was brilliant light behind what was a very short passage in the rock face….”

    I lack a single poetic atom in me, but if ever I could have “waxed lyrical”, it would have been in this pristine sanctuary, with its incredible colours and light show and its impressive magnitude. Percy and I swam to the huge boulders and I signaled “up”, I wanted to see the place from the surface, after all, we couldn’t get the rib in here or we’d already have found the entrance and done so.  As we surfaced I looked around at the walls of what was an immense shaft, you could hear the gulls and Skua’s calling overhead, hear the swell of the tidal surge rising and falling back, hissing against the walls…..  you could see….hundreds of feet above you, the tight circle of light that had once been the rocks strewn on the floor below, where once a roof existed, and now was brilliant shafts of sunlight bouncing around the shaft walls. We were speechless, I can’t remember a single word said, I know I was just awe-struck at the effect, the scale, the simple, natural magnificence of such a place and, after what seemed an age, we just slipped back under to take in the even more impressive drama that was beneath the surface….I dropped to the side of the “burial mound” and took time to swim up and to the back ,so I could swim through the wedged rocks exiting to brilliant White shafts of sunlight, as the gap widened in front of me to become the immense pool, hidden in the cliffs, and its rock filled seascape. Percy and I did several more lazy circles in the cavernous space, checking huge boulders, swimming between and around them and eventually, very reluctantly we headed for the break in the cliff face that formed the exit from our incredible find and swam out, back in time to the real world and the shoals of Krill waiting to greet us outside the Cathedral, like a horde on the steps as you leave a service………

Translucent Southern Atlantic Krill…….Bright Red on the surface (Web Photo)

  The swim out of the cavernous and sanctified space we had been in scant seconds before brought us through the shoal and we were surrounded by the beautiful little creatures that form the base of the food chain for so many of the species of marine life found in the South Atlantic. It was impossible to avoid the shoaling Krill and as we rose through the water column to surface and hauled ourselves back into the inflatables we were covered in the last of them, unwitting passengers in the water clinging to our Dry-Suits. We brushed them off, back into the sea as carefully as we could, but it was an odd experience to see them all over our suits, something I’ve never seen before, nor since!

Don’s RIB preparing to send the second dive pair in at the Cathedral Site

  Now I don’t know how or why the other divers didn’t find our entry point and the wonder within, but when we did the usual, “how was your dive” courtesy, Percy and I were the only divers who had entered the cliff face, the only ones who had seen the stunning, pristine best of what the South Atlantic and New Island had to offer, I was both elated to be one of the only two divers, perhaps on Earth, to have been there, but also a little disappointed there was no one who could relate to what we had both just seen, no one to discuss the spell-binding sights both under and above these waters hidden within the immense stone cliffs of Landsend Bluff

“…….Plateau’s of Rock Shelf Low to the Ocean Covered in Seals….”

     The trip back to Coffin’s Harbour was another joy, on the odd occasion we were joined by pods of Peale’s Dolphins, bow wave riding just for the joy of it, in what had turned out to be a wonderful sun drenched afternoon. As we passed plateau’s of rock shelf, low to the Ocean covered in Seals, with the odd Sea-lion in amongst the horde, we were joined by some of the smaller Black and White flanked Commerson’s Dolphins as we came back into the mouth of the harbour, as if to welcome us home……..Brilliant!.……. If ever I get the chance to return to New Island it won’t take a second to make the decision to go…….and I know where I will be heading to dive

Back at the New Island Quay, our Two Little Stalwart Inflatables Rest for the Evening

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SS Thistlegorm 2015

February 11, 2020 by Colin Jones Leave a Comment

I first dived SS Thistlegorm from the Princess Dalal on a week’s live-aboard with FSAC, the First overseas exped I had organised, a small scale affair really, for a couple of friends. I had heard of Thistlegorm for years having seen Jacques Cousteau’s 1950’s discovery on TV when in my teens. I’ve mentioned this before in another area of this blog and won’t repeat the story here, enough to say Thistlegorm is the subject of one of the wreck posts (or “will be” depending on when you read this!).  Thistlegorm has to be the most iconic of the world’s wrecks, there are bigger, there are more intact, and there are certainly more sought after shipwrecks, but there are few, if any, more prestigious wrecks. Thistlegorm has it all, drama, situation, cargo, history, heroism and global conflict and she is still largely intact, a tribute to her builders Joseph Thompson & Son of Sunderland

SS Thistlegorm (Web Photo Rendering)

  I consider myself to be one of the lucky divers who have spent some time in and around Thistlegorm, having now dived her 6 or 8 times over 2 decades, and one of the “privileged” who have dived in, and on her at night. Thistlegorm takes on an air of melancholy at night, almost as if she were a dingy South Coast wreck, rather than the magnificent picture she presents in daylight. The dive video was taken in 2015 and was one of a series of Three night dives our group had the pure luck to be granted by our dive-boat captain from Blue02, an unusual honour. We dived Thistlegorm, Salem Express and Rosalie Muller, the holy Trinity of Red-Sea shipwrecks (as far as I am concerned), over Three glorious nights in 2015. At the time night diving Thistlegorm was rare enough, to dive all Three, this was unheard of and we could all simply not believe our good fortune……

The dives were all with a long time dive-buddy of mine, Craig Toplis of Nottingham, and filmed using a go-pro (Hero- 7- Black) for those of you remotely interested, I have had this permanently mounted to my dive-mask (for several years now) which makes it easier to dive as I can simply “press go & forget” as long as the red light is flashing to begin with……I apologise in advance to those purists who would rather stabilise their shots and set-up multiple story-boards in advance, in order to capture specific agenda video’s, that isn’t me and I simply dive the dive, the camera records what it does……. The only planning Craig and I did was to agree to spend our time on the main bow and for’ard section of the Thistlegorm, in order to show, or travel the most interesting of the areas with our available air and deco-time……..enjoy!

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Old School

October 26, 2019 by Colin Jones Leave a Comment

  The front page of this blog has me in what was known as Standard Dress, a hard hat diver’s working kit, something I had seen in movies since I was a kid.

My Siebe Gorman 12 bolt Hard Hat & a contemporary Report of diving operations in the day

It is nothing short of miraculous what was achieved in this equipment over the years, once you have tried on the gear, and if you get the chance, as I did, dived this gear, it just makes you more incredulous, trust me! Those who worked under water back in the day were determined, strong willed and courageous people, have no doubt!  The entry into the suit was the first challenge, achieved by climbing in through the neck, no front entry zips, no step-in from behind, just one leg after the other and then up over the body and arms and head follows……not for the claustrophobic!

Navy Dive Support Team c1914-1918 WWI (Web Photo)

  Many of the UK coastal wrecks of WWII were first visited by these divers sent in to remove sensitive documents from them, or to retrieve potentially useful information from enemy wrecks, often hours from the initial sinking under conditions that would have been horrendous to say the least. The image of a fully rigged diver, making their way through torn and mangled corridors and walkways into bridges ripped from battle damage, still carrying those who died desperately defending their ship to its end, is the stuff of nightmares, hero’s no doubt, and the stories of Lionel “Buster” Crabbe (RN) and, latterly, Navy Chief Carl Brasher (USN) have quite rightly gone down in history. For those with a thirst for knowledge I can personally recommend Kendall McDonald’s “The Tin Openers” full of stories like these but from WWI. If military diving is not for you then check out the story of William Walker the man who saved Winchester Cathedral, literally with his own hands, diving and repairing its foundations over 5 years from 1906 to 1911…….Or there are the early dives carried out in Wookey Hole around 1935 in Standard Dress, you can read more on that in “Wookey Hole 75 years of cave diving and exploration”  (Hanwell, Price, Witcombe) or check out the video “Wookey Exposed” by Gavin Newman which again, I can personally recommend as brilliant stuff!

William Walker underpinning Winchester Cathedral (Web Photo)

   So let’s shift to Stoney Cove on the 15th June, a couple of days following my 53rd Birthday, I have been in touch with the Historical Diving Society over the previous 3 months or so and been lucky enough to be invited to dive at their annual outing on the Cove quayside. After gingerly helping them out of the van with various, priceless, items of what can only be described as beautiful and perfectly maintained “antique” diving equipment, it is time to get started….

……one leg after the other and then up over the body and arms… (Photo Ellie Jones)

  The equipment used is relatively simple in concept, a standing bellows pump, or dual pump depending on the make and age, the one we would use was a later, piston operated pump, is housed in a box which has hand driven wheels either side and operates the bellows via a crank shaft, eccentrically, allowing the bellows to fill and discharge fresh air down the air-pipe to the diver’s hard hat

The lungs of the Standard Dress Dive, the piston pump & crank (Photo Ellie Jones)

  Once you get into the suit it’s time for the boots….these are more Herman Munster than “Berghaus” to be honest and would later prove very awkward on the rather rock strewn 6m shelf of the cove. I was fascinated to find them fitted using rope and they are a dead weight too, it helps to keep you upright on the sea floor as the Hard Hat is quite buoyant, but walking around is something only done out of necessity and the closer to the ladder you are, the better, simply stepping around onto the rungs takes concentration and no small amount of co-ordination too

Suited and Booted…Herman Munster ‘esque….. (Photo Ellie Jones)

   The corselet is fitted over the neck, it usually carries 4, 6, 8 or 12 “studs” and the outer rubberised neck on the suit opening fits over it via holes in the rubberised seam. The seam is clamped between the corselet and Copper bars, pressed over the studs it carries, but above the suit seam, and then wing style clamping bolts are tightened to seal the whole issue together. The corselet is mated to the helmet by a screw thread which is not around the entire rim, allowing the helmet itself to be dropped down and “twist locked” into the corselet, following which a locking bar is dropped between Two lugs on the back of the corselet

Corselet fitted and front and rear weights in place! (Photo Ellie Jones) 

   You can see on the photo above, the twist ring style helmet locking system, you can also see the front weight roped in place which adds to the stability of the upright diver when underwater, but also sits the corselet directly on the bones of the shoulders and “wrecks” until you get yourself fully underwater! In the background you can see, over my Left shoulder, the underwater communications box allowing “Top-Side” to communicate with the diver and the diver to acknowledge or report activity, the line to the Hard Hat are intertwined with the long air-hose which would, in latter days, incorporate a heated water pipe to keep the diver warmer in colder water commercial dives

Hard Hat showing the air inlet, exhaust and the communications connections & speaker (Photo Ellie Jones)

  Putting on the helmet is a strange experience, the feeling is one of slight claustrophobia, mixed with amazement, and the surprise of how different it is to have to turn your head to see through the ports, something I really hadn’t expected to be so different from diving with a mask, but one that made perfect sense once you are actually “in there” isolated in your own, new, but kind of “little” Gold-Fish bowl world!

Top-Side and the Historical Diving Society members run through Communications (Photo Ellie Jones)

  You can imagine, communication underwater is not something divers, sport divers at least, do on a regular basis. To have the ability to speak to someone whilst diving seemed somewhat bizarre and was definitely, to me at least, an afterthought. It was also odd having to use the hard hat exhaust to equalize the pressure, and adjust the buoyancy of the equipment too. There was never a problem breathing, and that too was odd, not having a regulator in your mouth whilst underwater was novel to say the least! So, fully kitted up I was assisted upright, steadied is more the case really, and I made my way slowly, stepping on very flat, heavy boots, to the ladder on the quayside fitted for the purpose by the team. I slowly but surely made my way down to the water, it was a maul, the relief once the buoyancy of the water began to surround me was intense and very welcome, it was a hot June morning and I was already sweating buckets!

The short, but heavy steps to the ladder (Photo Ellie Jones)

 Climbing from the ladder at the bottom, turning around to see the 6m shelf stretch away in either direction made me stop and look and check what was in front of me, the boots were flat bottomed and if you stood on even a small-ish stone they tended to throw you forward or backward to begin with, I could see it was a completely different way to move around than on land. I found the easiest way was to have a little bounce in your step, but like anything else new, it was unnatural and somewhat ungainly as I made my way along the bottom to the extent the hose would allow

The relief once the buoyancy of the water began to surround me was intense and very welcome…. (Photo Ellie Jones)

  So, what was it like down there then? Well, to say it was different is an understatement, the limited freedom of being tethered by air and communication hoses was one thing, the different “feel” of standing and walking around the shelf was another. I enjoyed every minute of being under water in a completely new and unique way, however the limitations of the kit, and it’s new constraints and unfamiliar ways were definitely part of the experience. In truth, it just increased my admiration of those who used this kit to get into ships and submarines, and to explore caves and work on docks and piers and in complex salvage and military operations around the world, to wonderment! 

The adventure begins…. (Photo Ellie Jones)

  I guess the idiot grin shows how I felt about getting into the water and diving Standard Dress, the slightly more considered and thoughtful shot as I was de-kitted afterwards perhaps says it all, the kit is different, by a long way than any other I have used, the experience was awesome and I can’t wait to give it another go, but the overwhelming feeling was the utmost respect for those who did this every day, in some of the most harrowing and difficult circumstances imaginable. To have shared, even in such a tiny way, the feeling of diving their kit, was kind of overwhelming to be honest….. 

The whole 9 yards….or Fathoms (Photo Ellie Jones)

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Gallipoli September 2018

October 20, 2019 by Colin Jones Leave a Comment

There is no greater honour I can think of than to be invited to place a wreath on a shipwreck in memory of those who sacrificed their lives to bring us freedom

100 years on, laying the wreath at the Naval Memorial Gallipoli 

        17th February 1915…….. under the command of the 1st Sea Lord of the Admiralty, Winston Churchill, the allies landed at Çanakkale in Turkey, a place that would become known to the West as Gallipoli. When, finally, after 8 months of what was one of the most dire episodes of WWI, on 9th of January 1916, the Allies abandoned any hope of prevailing against the native Turks and their supporting German military advisors, some 250,000 had fallen on both sides     

Australian & New Zealand forces encamped and landing at Çanakkale 1915 (web photo)

It might seem, almost in anticipation, that Laurence Binyon wrote his famous eulogy, published in the Times in 1914: 

                                                                                                                                                                                  They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.….

Soldiers heading for the shore at Anzac Cove 1915 (web photo)

   I was working in Istanbul in 2018, living in Kurtkoy, and had decided to take a week off to holiday in Kalkan with my wife Ellen. I had planned to take the opportunity to dive, if one presented itself, luckily there was a local dive operation, Kalkan Dive Centre, which made things pretty convenient. I had arranged to drop my kit with them and take a scenic dive out to a local reef, and was buddied up with a small UK group, one of which I had a sense might have been military….it turned out Michael “Doc” Cox was a lieutenant Commander in the Navy at Landcom, Izmir, and was indeed “military”, (having been ex-Army….Navy doesn’t really count!) Doc may eventually forgive me for that, it’s a military thing….. 

Michael “Doc” Cox to the Right of me in the shot then Levent, TJ & Isi

  I liked Doc, we chatted over the next couple of dives and I mentioned I was ex-services, we swapped “sand-bag” anecdotes and enjoyed a couple of decent dives together. It turns out Doc is a bloody good photographer and takes a very well thought out shot. Doc had been planning a series of dives off Anzac cove to mark the 100 years anniversary of the end of WWI, this had taken him some 2 or 3 years behind the scenes and was taking place in a couple of weeks…… I made an off-hand remark about how I’d love to help if there was anything I could do…. I left it at that and, a couple of weeks later, following the swapping of photos and Go-Pro videos, an e-mail from  Doc invited me to join the trip if I could make the time? If I could make the time….there wasn’t a thing on earth was going to stop me….even the Birthday weekend that Ellen had arranged for us in Paris….surely she’d understand….? I copped hell for it, but, stalwart as Ellen is and has always been, she agreed I’d hate myself for ever more if I didn’t do this, and that, on this One occasion, she would be alright flying to Paris on her own and staying for the night alone until I could join her the day after……. Doc, very tactfully, sent a thank you to Ellen from the British Embassy, for “allowing her husband the time to join the memorial dives” it helped….I’m still breathing……

Crossing the Bosphorous from the Galata “Fisher’s” bridge

  I travelled the 4 hours from Kurtkoy after finishing work on the 29th September at around 3pm, the traffic through Istanbul and over the Bosphorous was it’s usual bedlam, it was the first time I’d driven in Turkey and although it was a pain the journey was filled with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to get to Çanakkale and see Gallipoli with my own eyes, I had wanted to dive the wrecks of the Bosphorous for longer than I could remember and the idea I might get to help, in some small way, to pay tribute to those who fought and died there was something I couldn’t believe might actually happen 

Blackfish dive boat, our transport for the Gallipoli dives

We had been bunked in a small hotel in Eceabat, run by TJ, (TJ’s Hotel ironically) who’s knowledge of the Gallipoli campaign is second to none. TJ runs & guides trips to the memorials, to the battlefields, and has quite  a comprehensive array of memorabilia from the campaign dotted around the hotel too. This is a compact town hotel and somewhere you can get good conversation and decent food, it has no pretention to being up-market and suited me to a Tee! 

Heading out on what was a beautiful morning into the Bosphorous

  We left TJ’s and joined our boat, run by Levent, owner of Blackfish diving in Çanakkale, loaded our kit and made ourselves comfy on what was a spacious and accommodating vessel. The journey out was idyllic, with sunshine and calm, although as we approached Anzac cove, arriving an hour or so later, the wind had picked up a little and the current was running fiercely. There was a briefing, who would be where, and what our roles and responsibilities would be and I must admit, when I was asked to carry and lay the wreath I was pretty overwhelmed, I don’t think I gave that away, but inside I just could not have been any more proud or humbled in the same breath…….

L to R Reena Konia, Gordo Falcona, yours truly, Andy Pix, Isi Morse, Thore Kempenich, Volcan (in the headband) Doc Cox & Levent, owner of Blackfish diving

  The current was ripping and it took time to get us into a decent position to dive the first of our wrecks, HMS Louis. At approximately 20m depth HMS Louis had eventually been rigged as a de-salinator to provide fresh water to those ashore, she lies upright with 2 prominent boilers and all the associated pipework, sitting on a sandy, flat bottom. It took time to get everyone ready to descend together, so we might keep visibility reasonable and film and photograph the event with some chance of success. Doc had decided the wreath would be placed on Two wrecks, being brought out after each to be finally laid at the Anzac cove Marine Memorial, as you can see in the lead photo of this piece, that eventually worked out perfectly

Laying the wreath and Rugby Ball on HMS Louis

  The Louis is an interesting dive, there is the hull outline remaining, remarkable really as the current and weather can be fierce in this area and she is not deep at around 16-20m. I loved the raised boilers and the pipework which was arrayed to ensure sea water was condensed into fresh almost direct from the boilers. There are plenty of hull plates and ribs still standing around her too. As a small vessel HMS Louis gave us plenty of time to pay our respects, and also enjoy diving such an historic site, even on such a solemn occasion

             Looking through HMS Louis Desalination plant to the second of her boilers with Lt Cmdr Michael “Doc” Cox between the Two and the hull outline behind

  When we eventually left HMS Louis after 40 or so minutes diving, it was with a profound sense of the history and importance of remembrance both of, and for those who had given all in such terrible circumstances on both sides of the conflict. Whilst the British and Allied forces had no desire for a war with Germany, neither did the Turks have a desire to be in such a strategic position that their country would be invaded, and their young men forced to defend it with such valour

Safety Stop on the shot-line following the dive on HMS Louis

  As we decompressed on the shot, eventually climbing back aboard our dive-boat it was clear the weather was closing in, the approach to the spit of iconic land jutting up from the beach in shrapnel alley was under dark and looming clouds, the cove itself seemingly becoming moody and sullen in the acknowledgement of the solemnity of such an occasion.

Anzac cove encampment 1915 (web photo)

  You will have noticed we were taking a rugby ball with us as part of the memorial dives, the significance of this was the loss of over 15 international rugby players in the Gallipoli conflict, and the many more lost in the wider arena of WWI, something close to Doc’s heart as a keen player, with Bristol RUFC club affiliations himself. The list of those lost in the war can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_international_rugby_union_players_killed_in_World_War_I 

           The Gilbert Game Ball used in the Memorial Rugby Matches back in the UK (photo UKAF womens RUFC)

  The Gilbert game ball would eventually go back to the UK and be used to kick off the  UKAF Women’s Remembrance match against South Africa (2nd November 2018 at Rosslyn Park) and the UKAF Men’s Remembrance Game against Bristol Bears

Dive Magazines coverage of the memorial dives of Gallipoli

  The significance of these dives, and the remembrance of the Dardanelles conflict and its cost were not lost either on us as individuals, nor on the diving world, the event receiving press coverage in the UK forces magazine, on the British Forces Broadcasting Services (BFBS) and in Bristol Tigers own publications, also appearing as a comprehensive article in Dive Magazine. Whilst travelling to the sites, and on our return to the shore, there was an entourage from the Turkish news association filming and Doc was interviewed for and appeared on Turkish national television

The dive team reaches Anzac Cove

  Doc had spent years planning these memorial dives, he did a thorough job which, to some extent, was helped by his appointment to Landcom in Izmir, an international collaborative force based in Turkey. The international nature of the command in Izmir allowed Doc to invite serving and, in my case, ex-serving members of multiple military forces and members of the British Embassy in Istanbul, the UK Army and Navy (Doc and myself) Reena Konia, Gordo Falcona, Isi Morse of the US Army, Andy Pix, Thore Kempenich (German Army) and Levent and Volcan both Turkish nationals

Memorial at Anzac Cove carrying the words attributed to Mustapha Kemal Ataturk (web photo)

  Gallipoli is just as poignant to the Turkish Nation as it is to the Allies, indeed, standing on the headland in the Memorial site at Anzac Cove is a monument carrying the words of Kemal Ataturk, who not only fought at Gallipoli, but went on to become the leader of the Turkish Nation, whilst it is true, there is no direct proof these were his own words, Ataturk praised the men of both sides who fought at Gallipoli on many occasions, so they remain both fitting and reverent in equal measure  

On the surface about to descend onto SS Milo

  The team re-entered the water to dive the far shallower SS Milo, one of the troop transports that ferried soldiers as close to shore as practical under the withering fire from the defending Turks

It seemed Anzac cove knew the occasion was one of solemn dignity as she became moody and sullen as we moved to dive the Milo

  The dive on the SS Milo was, again, poignant and undertaken with reverence for those who had been so brave, to land on a foreign shore and face the hailstorm of shrapnel valley, and the assaults on Anzac cove.

Placing the wreath on the SS Milo

SS Milo is a ghost, an outline of a ships hull, her keel lying in the sands of time, slowly passing from this world…… as those lost on the shores and in the hills of Çanakkale slipped away from it…….lest we forget

   

 

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