Monday, 16 May 2022

10th May - Lundy Island, Devon

It was 1970 when I was a young boy on a family holiday to Ilfracombe that my family visited Lundy, There are some things I recall of that holiday, one of which was the trip to Lundy.  I can recall the crossing, the boat, probably the same one used today, being followed by Gannets and being taken in by the size of these magnificent birds.  I know we never saw Puffins, the nearest being queuing for the "Lundy" stamp on the island.  But the memory has for some reason stuck with me for 52 years and so it was Helen and I were standing on the quay side at Ilfracombe waiting to board the MS Oldenburg.  The journey from Okehampton had been in rain, but now the skies were clearing and while there was a stiff breeze at foresaw a bumpy crossing it looked very good for a lovely day to be on a piece of granite about five kilometres long and one kilometre at its widest.

As we stood on the quay the statue of "Verity" a 20 metre bronze statue loomed over us.  The statue is is the product of the world's richest and arguably most controversial artist, Damien Hirst.

The name of the piece refers to "truth" and Hirst describes his work as a "modern allegory of truth and justice".  The statue depicts a pregnant woman holding aloft a sword while carrying the scales of justice and standing on a pile of law books.  Half of the sculpture shows the internal anatomy of the pregnant woman, with the foetus clearly visible. 

On Hirst's website it says: "Verity stands on a base of scattered legal books and holds the traditional symbols of Justice – a sword and scales.

"Representing truth, her scales are hidden and off-balance behind her back, whilst her sword is held confidently in her upstretched arm. 


We departed at 10:00 for a two hour crossing and immediately on leaving the harbour were joined by Gannets, recreating the memory for 1970.


This one a sub adult bird, probably third summer, was then followed by others at first coming low over the water using the swell and waves for lift and effortless flying.



Then one coming tantalisingly close to the ship.



After the Gannets the first half of the journey was quiet, a few distant Fulmar and Kittiwake and several Guillemot and Razorbill going back and forth.  Just over half way I picked up a distant Manx Shearwater and was pretty pleased to find one, they are not always as accessible.  But then we came across more and they were close to the ship and I was able to get some great views.



The Manx Shearwaters seemed to be attracting others such as this Kittiwake.


But it was really all about the Manx Shearwaters and some great views.


The Manx shearwater (Puffinus puffinus) is a medium-sized shearwater. The scientific name of this species records a name shift: Manx shearwaters were called Manks puffins in the 17th century. Puffin is an Anglo-Norman word (Middle English pophyn) for the cured carcasses of nestling shearwaters. The Atlantic puffin acquired the name much later, possibly because of its similar nesting habits.   The current English name was first recorded in 1835 and refers to the former nesting of this species on the Isle of Man



The ship then flushed a large group of Manx Shearwater and Guillemots and Razorbills from the surface of the sea, which probably means the birds had found some good feeding, which would account for the numbers.



During the breeding season birds regularly commute between their colony and offshore feeding grounds that can be up to 1,500 km away



It was then time for some of the closest views.




The name "shearwater" means cut water or slice water.  The touch the sea with their wing tips as they turn and is the source of their name.  The primaries trail in the water  leaving a fine trailed wake behind them very akin to a motorcyclist taking a bend and having the knee so close to the tarmac.


As we approached Lundy the amount of birds around the ship eased and we began to turn attention to the island itself, with great views of the east coast in the sunshine.


One of the many ruins on the island

The Island has been inhabited for at least 3,000 years - archaeological investigations have discovered considerable traces of Bronze and Iron Age settlements.   The Dark Ages, following the fall of the Roman Empire, left Lundy shrouded in myth and legend.

Marauding Vikings around the 9th century AD contributed the name – Lund-ey, meaning Puffin Island.

Historical records began following the Norman Conquest.  For well over a hundred years Lundy became home to the troublesome de Marisco family whose favour with the reigning monarchs waxed and waned, the low point being when William de Marisco was hung, drawn and quartered for treason in 1242.

For the next 600 years the Island was variously a base for marauders (including allegedly the Barbary Pirates), a fortified outpost loyal to King Charles I, a retreat for disgraced nobility and the centre of an ingenious smuggling operation.

In 1833 the estimated population of Lundy was 10 people, a single family living in a cottage and the four keepers of the lighthouse which had been built in 1819 by Trinity House.  The Island was owned at the time by two “gentlemen”, Messrs Matravers and Striffe who purportedly won it in a card game.

William Hudson Heaven was a Gloucestershire businessman whose wealth came from the plantations worked by enslaved people in Jamaica that he inherited from his godfather. Heaven’s ambition had always been to own an island. When in 1834 he received £11,711 in government compensation for the emancipation of his enslaved workers, he bought Lundy for £9,870.  Over the family’s 85 years of ownership the Beach Road, Millcombe House and St Helen’s Church were built.

In 1863 the newly-formed Lundy Granite Company agreed to lease the Island for an annual rent of £500 plus royalties for the granite quarried.  The family kept possession of their southeast corner and the quarrying company, which employed over 200 men, embarked on an extensive building programme.  However it wasn’t to last.  In 1868 the company went into liquidation.

The next important character was Martin Coles Harman who in 1925 paid just over £25,000 for the Island, along with its livestock and supply ship, the Lerina.  He was responsible for introducing many of the animals, the establishment of the private postal system and the single issue of Puffin coinage.

After his death in 1954 the Harman family continued to run Lundy until the death of Albion Harman, Martin Coles’ son, in 1968 which left his wife and two sisters with joint ownership.  The Island was put up for sale with the proviso that “Whoever takes over Lundy must love it as we do.”

The National Trust launched an appeal to raise the necessary £150,000 after the conservation charity, The Landmark Trust, offered to underwrite it.  No sooner had the appeal been launched when the philanthropic businessman Jack Hayward stepped in with a gift of the purchase price.

The Landmark Trust, agreed to lease Lundy for 60 years and to restore, maintain and run the Island and to keep it as a tranquil and unaffected place for the Islanders and visitors to share and enjoy.

We disembarked at the Landing Beach which is in the bottom right of this photograph.  We then took the steep path up to the church and buildings you can just make out and then took the path through the middle of the island. (Photo from the Landmark Ticket documents)

One should not under estimate the climb from the landing beach to the top of the cliffs

But with some wonderful views along the east coast in the sunshine.


One last look at the MS Oldenburg before we reached the top of the path.

You can stay on the island either in accommodation or camping and to support this there is a very well stocked stores and a pub.  I can't recall if these were there back in 1970, I know there was a Post Office though.


After collecting lunch we headed along a track through a series of very well stock farm buildings and then out into the open.  It was clear skies and plenty of sunshine but a very fresh south west wind took the edge off the temperatures.  The Highland Cows didn't seem to mind though.


A male Wheatear appeared on the path in front of us and scurried across on to the field


We made our way to the Halfway path and then turned left and headed west towards Jenny's Cove, coming across another Wheatear on the stone wall.


Jenny's cove is like a magnet to all day visitors to the island.  It is here that there be Puffins and I suppose I was expecting the same experience of Puffins we have had on the other island we have visited, the Treshnish Isles last year and the Farnes and Skomer a few years ago.  So it was very disappointing when on reaching the cove there were no close encounters, in fact I couldn't see any auks at all.

We walked around the cove and found a sheltered spot amongst the rocks for lunch in doing so we disturbed yet another Wheatear.


While having Lunch Helen picked out a Peregrine patrolling the cliffs.

So where were the famous Lundy Puffins?  Well I eventually found some sitting on the water many metres below us.


You can tell from the image quality that these were a long way away and many of the day trippers without optics were going to struggle to see them.

Having finished lunch we set off, you get 4 hours from arriving and leaving and that time is whittled down with the disembarkment, we definitely did not want o be stuck on the island.  That was going to happen but you have to leave time in case something distracts you.  I took some time to take in the rugged coastline here on the west side, formed by the mighty Atlantic Ocean.



Just a round the corner of the cove I decided to look back and from here you were actually able to get a distant view of the Puffins around their burrows about half way down the cliff.


Distant again, but perhaps a little more like the Puffin photographs you would want to see



A little further down was the Auk colony of Guillemots and Razorbills, both having their particular area of the rock to inhabit.

Also Auks on the water.

It was also possible to see Kittiwake and Fulmar but again low over the water.  There was some sound but nothing like the experience we had last year on the Treshnish Island.  All in all I was a little disappointed, I was expecting something more.

We started to make our way back, continuing to follow the path at the top of the cliffs.  I picked up what I thought initially was another Peregrine, but then realised that it was too small and realised it was a Merlin and I watched as it twisted and turned in a pointless chase of a Swallow.

Wild Goats could be seen all around the island



Granite Tors weathered to form interesting arrangements.


Thrift beginning to flower at the top of the cliffs, starting to create the pink carpet.

There was time for an ice cream and drink in the Tavern before setting off to the Landing Beach.  There was quite a line already and the local wildlife in the form of Grey Seals had turned up to ensure we al got of the island.


Another sea bird I had expected to see a lot of was the Shag, but one on the rocks near the Puffins and these two on the water by the ship were the only ones I saw.

The trip back was a calm gentle experience, we were going back with the benefit of a rising tide and the engine was not feeling like it was pushing up hill as it was on the crossing earlier.  As a result the ship was pretty stable, however the bird life not as prolific.

Here are the best of the return crossing.

Kittiwakes, an adult



Second summer.


Guillemots


More Manx Shearwater.




On the crossing I had seen several Fulmar and thinking that there would be plenty around the cliffs didn't pay too much attention.  However With none to show on the island I hoped for some on the return, but it was not to be this was the only one seen as I we approached Ilfracombe.


The day was coming to a close and we were making our way ack into Ilfracombe harbour to be greeted by the symbol of "truth and Justice"


It had been a very nice day, with good company but dinged with disappointment.  I had expected some great sea bird experience, but aside from the Gannets and Manx Shearwaters it never happened

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