A trehanderi, Kissamos-Kastelli, n-w Crete
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Greek fishing craft: detail – a new page
I have added another page to the Maritime History menu – Greek fishing craft: detail.
This small collection of images were taken over the period of a decade, mainly in Crete but also the Peloponnese in the south west and the Pelion on the east coast of the Greek mainland.
6/7: Eight more fishing boats
5/7: A touch obsessed . . .
from John: “Lovely boats Bill, they all seem to be double enders, is that cos they are the most common or are you touch obsessed?”
The answer is yes and no – yes, I am a touch obsessed, but not about canoe sterns. As you say, canoe sterns are common to these boats.
My ‘obsession’, such that it is, is for the individual boat builders, the fisherman and all those who work these boats.
I became fascinated by small boat design when I read Edgar March’s book ‘Inshore Craft of Britain in the days of sail and oar’, published in 1970.
“. . . before the days of marine engines, scores of picturesquely-named craft, worked out of tiny harbours and off open beaches around the coasts of Britain.” It was the differences in the boats that I found so interesting.
For example, these were all designed to be fishing boats. Why did this one evolve like this?
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. . . .when, only 150 miles east as the crow flies, this one evolved like this?
. . . and some 300 miles north this one like this?
Obviously, the differences came about to suit the the needs of the people who worked them. Therefore the design of working boats tells us a great deal about the coasts they are found in and the knowledge, skills and attitudes of the people who live there.
But local boat design is disappearing. Fishing is being discouraged, fewer people work in the industry, boat production has moved to the factories. There is no a need for the local boat-builders who were found all along the coasts in the days Edgar March was describing. There are fewer and fewer true examples of local working boats in the UK.
Similarly in Crete and mainland Greece. The local fishing boats are disappearing. Apparently, the average working life of these wooden fishing boats is 26 years. They come, they go – they are no longer replaced. Tourism is taking over (and, yes, I am obviously part of that).
The real tragedy is the loss of the local knowledge behind the boats. If the boats are no longer needed in this form, certainly the knowledge, skills and attitudes behind them are. The local population, not the tourist, lies at the heart of a coastal community. However important tourism may be for a local economy, it’s influence is negative if it takes away the character of the area it occupies.
John, that’s a long way for canoe sterns. I will come back to them, I promise.
There are at least two more in the short series of fishing boats in Crete.
4/7: Eleven fishing boats
Eleven fishing boats
eleven sources of income,
and eleven funds of knowledge and skills
And I haven’t counted the crews.
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For the previous posts in this series here, here and here
3/7: Eight fishing boats – no longer fishing
These are beautiful boats. If I lived in the Mediterranean I would be proud to own one. But, as I mentioned before, there is something missing.
They were surely built for fishing. Where’s all the fishing gear?
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It isn’t that they don’t give pleasure to their owners – or to those of us looking on. What is missing is the original purpose – the drive that created them in the first place.
Perhaps they have been saved the fate mentioned in my last post, but I can’t help thinking that Captain George would have thought the same thing.
In the For Love of a Boat series.
2/7: Nine bow posts
I don’t know the Greek for bow post.
They are very distinctive to the small inshore boats in Crete and throughout Greece.
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“Greek island fishing boats destroyed”. The website is Greek Island Travel and there is an understandable slant towards preserving these boats for people to enjoy their holidays in Greece. OK, if that what it takes. But these are essentially work boats.
I have plenty of images of boats that are no longer used for fishing, many of them fine-looking craft in their own right.
But it is the fishermen himself that gives life to his boat – gives it its unique character. Lose the fisherman, you lose the character.
I will try and demonstrate this in later posts.
in the For Love of a Boat series.
1/7: Four tillers
This is a continuation of the For Love of a Boat series.
From my last post, you can see I have been thinking about Crete.
Here – and in a number of posts to come (I don’t know how many yet), I am putting together groups of ‘boat pictures’ taken in Crete over the past ten years.
Time goes on. Political, economic and social pressures mean that some (many?) boats will end up like this:
This boat happened to be in Crete, but there are boats like this all over the world. They become neglected, then irreparable – and then they disappear. Whatever the reasons for it – and there are reasons aplenty, most of us would prefer to see boats maintained and cared for. There follows a record of some of these :
Four tillers (click on an image to enlarge it)
We went to Crete at the end of May. We have been there several times, We like it a lot – the island, the people, the food, the climate.
We go with friends and we walk – on the rather relaxed principle that to get to know a place you walk in it rather than drive over it.
We linger – enjoying the stony paths, the smell of herbs in the air, the depth of the gorges, the occasional eagle (and the vultures), the warmth of the sea at the end of the day.
One of us lingers a lot around quays and harbours and fishing boats.
We usually find a taverna at certain points in the day. We talk about this and that.
This year we did it all . . .
except . . .
in the second week, a broken ankle changed the routine.
And something kicked in that most people only experience occasionally – the kindness of strangers.
I approve of the guidelines for the Jester Azores Challenge:
- no regulations: skippers will be entirely responsible for the equipment they take, based on their own experience
- only hint of bureaucracy will be the signing of a form of indemnity accepting the skipper’s full duty of care for himself, his dependants and his fellow seafarers during his participation in the JAC.
To travel on land or sea is to accept responsibility for yourself, your own safety and, if accompanied, the safety of those with you.
If you get into trouble, you may not be able to deal with it all yourself, then you turn to others for help, but that help is at their disecretion, it is not your right.
So, one morning in June, on Gramvousa Island off north west Crete, on a long descent of sometimes uneven steps, an ankle turned and, by the angle of the foot, it was obvious bones were broken.
Peggy, Chris, Mike and I looked at Peggy’s ankle, then at each other, then at the tourist boat some distance away. All with the same thoughts: what should we do immediately, how should we get her to the boat, and how were we going to get the medical help she so obviously needed?
From that moment on, people appeared:
- French ladies who insisted Mike and I carried her ‘correctly’ – (messieurs!), and insisted on taking our gear;
- the young French rep who made two splints out of driftwood and carefully bandaged the ankle;
- the boats crew who made ice packs;
- the many fellow passengers who came to express their sympathy and talk to her;
- Manolis, our hotel manager, who, after a phone call from the boat,organised the taxi driver;
- the taxi driver himself, who took us to the local hospital in Kastelli and insisted on finding a wheelchair and looking for the doctor;
- the doctor, her assistant and the nurse who examined and properly splinted the ankle;
- the radiologist the following morning who promptly provided the x-rays that showed the extent of the injury and the need to go to the regional hospital in Chania;
- the taxi driver who came to our aid once again and delivered us to the Accident and Emergency Department at Chania General Hospital, where the x-rays were viewed, the ankle examined, the bones manipulated gently into a better position, the ankle resplinted and more x-rays taken;
- the orthopaedic surgeon who did all this and explained the problem.
There followed a week in hospital, including an operation to place plates and screws on the day we were supposed to fly back to the UK.
And more people:
- the clinical nursing staff;
- the nursing care staff who helped us when they could despite being assigned to particular patients;
- the elderly lady in the same ward
- the Belgian couple, she run down by a motorbike, he shocked at what had happened;
- Stelios and Costas of the Cellar Tavern in Kastelli-Kissamos. We ate there most nights, enjoying the stunning view of the sea and the excellent food. Valuing our independence, we didn’t go on Stelios’ walking tours – perhaps it would have been sensible if we had done. However, every evening we saw those that had walked with him and were impressed by the way they had so obviously enjoyed the experience.
- But above all, Manolis, manager of the Galini Beach Hotel, who went far beyond the call of duty to make sure that we were managing in the hospital ok and were as happy as possible in that situation. He found a wheelchair for us, organised a car for me to drive to Chania, taxis when we needed them. Hotels are as much about the management as they are about anything else. He was superb. We will stay there again.
Greece, of which Crete is a part, has had difficult time over the past years. A lot has been said, and politics has taken its toll. The national self-interest of many countries have led to sometimes misleading comments, designed to satisfy a home audience rather than allowing a balanced view. But we were reminded of something important in the week that we were sorting out the ankle problem: the deep well of humanity in Crete – a willingness to help each other on a person-to-person level.
Throughout Europe we are buying into regulation, as if this is ‘the answer’. The very existence of the regulatory bodies allows them to regulate more and more. This is what they do, with the tendency to depersonalise the organisations that they are intended to monitor. It is not that regulation itself is wrong. It is that it has been overdone and, in doing so, diminished those involved.
The values they espouse are shorter-term economic ones. But where are the longer-term values of trust, goodwill, generosity of spirit – vital ingredients in the complex range of values that drive people forward? Where will they be in ten years time?
In Crete, we felt those values in action and were lifted by them.
Thank you to all those mentioned above. We will come back.
For love of a boat – Agia Kyriaki 2004
Agia Kyriaki, Pelion 2004
I like the colours of this boat – and the sense that everything has been stowed, perhaps not to be used for a while.
The gas lamp for night fishing is still mounted but the canopy has been removed.
The rails and stanchions are rusting.
Despite all the gear aboard, there is a slight feeling of neglect compared to the vessels in the background.
Walking down from Trikeri on the hill above, we sat in the taverna with our coffees and decided to stay the night.
For the origins and full set of images in this series, here