Beached At Mawgan Porth…
(The Hodbarrow Miner, 1908…
It is nowadays inconceivable
That the seeping beauty of the incoming,
Onrushing, turquoise tide at Mawgan Porth
Would urge in its glimmering rushes
More than driftwood forth,
Depositing a sea harvest, detritus and weed
Like gifts for the shifting, silvery dunes
In a bay where waves thrash, drumming
Within curious caves, a performance as mesmeric
As it is incorrigible…
March 1908 though brought the inconceivable.
The tousling cruelty that was the numbing,
Galling, slate grey tide sallied forth
To surge with the Hodbarrow Miner in its clutches
At Mawgan Porth,
Depositing the clipper in the shallows, its cargo to bleed,
A gift for the villagers beyond the dunes
In a cove where an ocean thrashed, humming
In gales, its performance as tragic
As it was unforeseeable…
Pete Ray
5th April 2022…
After spending time at Mawgan Porth recently, it seemed remarkable that the Hodbarrow Miner was wrecked on the same beach 114 years ago.
The images are stark.
The children appear to be wearing their Sunday best in the picture which shows the crumbling ship.
The sketchy information suggests that the skipper went overboard, the sails were blown away and only seaman Warricker survived.
Three crew members, including the cabin boy were buried in St Mawgan churchyard…
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Sad indeed…
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