#falkands

From a child 50 years ago i can still remember my Grandad with his camera, getting us to pose for a family photo. He loved photography making time stand still. Unfortunately I don’t have many 2×2 black and white images that he took. Sadly when he passed I was in India and couldn’t get back for his funeral.

My last memory of him with his Camera was when he was in hospital, lying in bed in bad…

DAY ONE OF OUR SOUTH ATLANTIC ADVENTURE

After a leisurely day at home cleaning up and making doubly sure we had packed everything, our journey began with a mundane car journey to Derby Station, courtesy of Geoff & Bridget. Having loads of time we had a cuppa in the First Class Lounge before making our way to Platform 3 for our train to Oxford.

Then the fun began, courtesy of a failed Cross Country Train en route to Penzance. On arrival into Derby it pulled in to Platform 2 and disgorged its passengers to a waiting spare train on Platform 3. Looking up at the information boards we suddenly noticed that our train had been re-platformed to Platform 4 and was just pulling in there. We RAN up the stairs with our heavy baggage and made it just in time.

So we are now sat in First Class feeling slightly grumpy at E Midlands Trains (who operate Derby Station) for getting things wrong and not informing people of the change in a timely manner. However the good news is that the flight to Ascension is showing confirmed on the Brize Norton web page.

We arrive on time at Birmingham New Street (usual wait at Proof House Jn for a platform), and the train has very few stops on its way to Guildford - BNS, Leamington Spa and Banbury. Left on time too after changing crew and reversing at the station. Pat looking sleepy and worried, as her Mum is rather ill: however ehe’s in good hands and nothing we can do will help.

En route now towards Coventry where we will turn off the WCML for Leamington Spa. The rest of the train journey was uneventful and we were pleasantly surprised to find an S1 bus opposite the train station almost ready to head off for Brize Norton. Although the traffic around Oxford was bad, we got to the air base in plenty of time and after a very easy checkin headed to the Cafeteria for a most welcome cup of tea in a very comfy chair - well before the stipulated deadline of 20:10 Lima. Pat didn’t like the lady who served our tea ….

Loads of soldiers and squaddies in the departure lounge, many in fatigues and looking as though they had done the whole thing before and weren’t looking forward to it. The favourite food for the lads appears to be Pot Noodles.😄

All is very relaxed when boarding at Brize Norton - no mad rush to be near the door, and all experienced travellers. We are called to the Departure Lounge in alphabetical order: our boarding cards don’t have seat numbers assigned, but I sense that unlike Ryanair, there won’t be a mad rush for the “best” seats. The plane looms outside, a big grey Airbus 330 with no apparent insignia, which can serve as either a passenger plane or an air-to-air refuelling tanker. She shuttles twice a week between Brize Norton and the Falklands, a journey of 19 hours each way with a 90-minute stopover on Ascension Island.

The brick measures roughly two inches by seven inches by threeand- a-half inches. Typical red, well-weathered and with a couple chunks taken out around it. It bears the stains of having been submerged in the sea at times, which is only right because of the location where I picked it up.

The flight from Port Stanley Airport was in a two-engine, eight-seater puddle jumper. From the capital of the Falklands, we skimmed around the eastern edge of the islands in the far South Atlantic and west across the treeless open country and rocky outcroppings from field and water.

Ever since arriving here a few days prior, our crew of Hit and Run History kept remarking how cinematic the landscape was. But that was from ground-level. Now, from a couple hundred feet up, we could grasp the immensity of the place. West Falkland is about the size of Rhode Island and has maybe 90 people. Fewer trees. More cattle. And tens of thousands of sheep, at least.

The journey to Saunders Island in the remote west of the Falklands took less than an hour, giving us the time to separate from the coziness of our experience back in Port Stanley.

We were able to witness the sort of treacherous waters that our subject had encountered two centuries hence.

Never having sailed these waters, John Kendrick led the Columbia Expedition - the first American voyage ‘round the world - here in February 1788. Having left Cape Verde a couple of months before, the ship Columbia and sloopWashington sought a respite before the treacherous round of Cape Horn. Port Egmont, on the eastern edge of Saunders Island, offered one of the finest harbors in the world according to British explorers.

Touching down on the grass strip on Saunders, we were met by two Land Rover Defenders. The Pole-Evans family owns the entirety of Saunders, which comprises about the same land mass as the city of Boston. They told us the regular population is six. With the addition of our crew of five, we nearly doubled the population.

Soon after getting settled into our cabin, David Pole-Evans, who has lived on the island all his life, showed up to offer a ride to Port Egmont. It was just over the hill from their settlement near Sealers Cove.

Within a couple hours of boarding our flight from Port Stanley, we were standing amidst the tumbledown ruins of Port Egmont. Although the Brits had established a settlement here - their first in the islands - in 1765, the Spanish had forced them to evacuate within a decade, and eventually demolished the place. But due to the natural protection of the topography and abundant fresh water, game birds and anti-scurvy greens, Port Egmont remained for decades a popular place for sealers and whalers from both England the U.S. to use on a seasonal basis.

In the early months of 1788, Kendrick, who grew up on the shores of Pleasant Bay, felt his way toward Port Egmont. Unfamiliar with the area, he overshot the entrance and instead ended up in Brett Harbor, on the backside of Saunders. No one was here.

Making the best of it, they took on the supplies from the countryside they desperately needed. Several of his officers took the chance to make the short trek overland to Port Egmont. We were walking literally in their footsteps.

Having thoroughly documented our time all over Saunders, ranging across to Brett Harbor and down to the natural dry dock where they would have landed their water casks, we were doing what historians need to do. Getting out in direct contact with our topic. If Kendrick was the first American here, we were the first to follow him here to tell his story.

In the Age of Information, one can easily view documents from libraries across the world, or sample photos of an area. But the smell and touch of the place, and the chance to talk with a man like David Pole-Evans right on the shores of Port Egmont, is of a completely higher order. We could see where the warehouse was right on the waterfront, the dock nearby where boats would have landed, and the spot where the tripots were set up for the grisly work of boiling down seal carcasses for oil. The shore, in fact, was littered with cobblestones and the remnants of bricks.

Surveying the area together, David mentioned the bricks here were not of the same dimension as British bricks. Those are flatter than those made in the U.S. It had been determined these bricks were from American ships. Knowing that the American whale and sealing fleet had originated mostly from New England ports like Nantucket and New Bedford, we realized yet again that our path had circled back to home.

This is just the kind of discovery that we feel honored to share with our series on WGBH. This kind of natural storytelling is in the blood of Cape Codders who for centuries, like John Kendrick, ranged across the world. We are happy that we have inspired a new generation as well in the China: Through My Eyes series which premiered a couple weeks back to great public acclaim.

Bringing back stories is one thing, however. Filming our discoveries brings the story of Columbia to a global audience. But before we left Port Egmont, I asked David if I could have one of the bricks. He owns the whole island, after all, and he agreed. The most intact example traveled back 8,000, via Santiago, Chile, and JFK, home to my bookshelf on Cape Cod.

It is possible we could find out where this brick was made, and we're looking forward to sharing it with the New Bedford Whaling Museum, Cape Cod Museum of Natural History and the United States Merchant Marine Academy. This simple amalgam of mud, stones and sand has gone more places than most people have. It has an amazing story to share, and we're looking forward to finding it out.

Read this and Andy's other columns online at The Cape Cod Chronicle. 

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