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Following recent studies of these things I’d say the beast was about the right size.
What I don’t easily understand why it would attack anything so difficult to digest as a fully dressed human in a boat. So on balance I think we’re pretty safe…
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This photo taken at the foot of the steps of the lookout at Broadstairs belongs to my old pal Pete Stockwell, and shows his Great Uncle Floaty with what look like a lifeboat crew.
Floaty was himself a lifeboatman.
His nick-name ‘Floaty’ came from having been born with a caul – a remnant of the amniotic sac that is present in one in 80,000 births, and which by legend is supposed to mean the baby will never drown.
Perhaps he was photographed in his suit in honour of his being un-drownable. True to the superstition, poor Floaty didn’t drown but came to a sad end when he was crushed between two barges on the famous ‘starvation moorings’ near Deptford, some time in the 1920s. (During the Depression, many barges were kept on the moorings during periods when there was no work for them.)
That lifeboat crew at Broadstairs were hugely important and the lookout lists ships whose crews and passengers that they aided; the small town and harbour is opposite the famous Goodwin Sands, which have swallowed hundreds of ships over the centuries. There’s some material about the lifeboat on the Wikipedia page about Broadstairs, which remarkably includes a reference to Great Uncle Floaty himself!
It also references a ballad written in the 1850s about a then-famous rescue: Song of the Mary White. So who knows the tune folks used – or a really grand one to match the song’s theme?
Thanks Petie!
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A giant calamari afloat
‘When I was in Oregon, I was told there were several places along the coast where people were warned not to bathe, on account of octopods. In 1877, and Indian woman, who went bathing in one of these places, in total disregard of the advice of her friends, and was suddenly observed to sink. The next day her body was seem from a boat lying on the bottom of the sea in the embrace of a big octopus that was engaged in sucking every particle of blood out of her.’
Ben Crawshaw’s terrifying dream about a giant octopus (see the videos to understand this one!) reminded me of this rambling and scary chapter about this particular kind of sea-beast found in Elliott O’Donnell’s book Strange Sea Mysteries published a hundred or more years ago. These nightmares have been stalking sailors for many centuries, and no doubt will do so for centuries to come…
I hope reading this won’t make the dreams any worse Ben!
