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. . A Sting In The Tale

Deliverance-copyI’m from the Isle of Sheppey – a ‘Swampy’! Actually, I need to qualify that; a true Swampy has to be born and (in)bred on the island and my father was a ‘Mainlander’ from Newcastle which means that, although some might disagree, I carry few of the physical or psychological characteristics which were once the mark of the real thing. When I was a kid a Swampy was a thing best avoided by normal folk. Sheppey had a disproportionate number of strange looking people and a disproportionate number of children in special schools or institutions – records are there to be checked! It was a bit like living on the set of the film ‘Deliverance’ but without much hope of escape.

Why am I telling you all this? I don’t know, really. Sheppey actually has a very interesting history strategically placed as it is at the confluence of the rivers Thames and Medway. Swampies have had their fair share of outsiders to put up with.

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St Sexburga, abbey in hand flanked by her saintly sisters

The abbey church at Minster, built by the all-conquering Normans, is dedicated to St Sexburga, a Celtic warrior princess married to King Anna of Kent who, a couple of centuries earlier, took on the marauding Danes and is said to have skinned any captives alive and nailed their hides to the gates by way of an invitation to ‘bugger off’! The king not being up to much she later wandered away and lived as a nun at Ely in Cambridgeshire – as good a reason as any, I suppose, to be made a saint.

battle of medwaySheppey also has the distinction of being the only part of the UK, (apart from the Channel Islands 1940-45), to have been occupied by an enemy since 1066. In June of 1667, the Dutch Admiral de Ruyter sailed up the Medway and burned the English fleet at Chatham. He towed off the flagship ‘Royal Charles‘, sailed back to Sheppey and occupied the island for a time before heading home to be immortalised by van Eyck, or was it Rubens?

Horatio, Lord Nelson, bane of the French and darling of the masses kept his bit of skirt by the name of Emma, Lady Hamilton at a hide-away in Queenborough on the island. Queenborough gained its Royal Warrant from Edward III in 1366 because his good lady, Queen Phillippa, took a shine to the place for some reason. Two years later it was made a Royal Borough.

‘Kiss me Hardy’ – missing Emma

The island’s strategic position meant that it was bound to be heavily garrisoned – as aviation ‘took off’ Shellness and later Eastchurch became home to the Royal Naval Air Service and the Royal Flying Corps (later the Royal Air Force). Short Brothers built the first Wright bi-planes under license here. Lord Brabazon of Tara, holder of the first British pilots licence (1909), and Winston Churchill learned to fly here. Sheerness, the main town, had long been home to the Royal Navy with its dockyard and safe deep-water anchorage. The town was protected by two massive moats and the army was at Garrison Point which commanded the entrance to the Thames and Medway.

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the massive moats protecting ‘Fortress Sheerness’

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Lord Brabazon getting his ‘wings’

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Short Bro’s S27 an early version of Concorde

 History is to be had in bucket-loads; Sir William Penney, ‘father’ of the British atomic bomb was of Queenborough stock and even Rod Hull and Emu came from Halfway (between Sheerness and Minster)!

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told you – strange people come from Sheppey

‘Fascinating!’ I hear you say, ‘But what has this to do with ‘living, loving and traveling Turkey‘? The link, would you believe, is Sheerness Dockyard!

By the time I left school Garrison Point had become a shipping control centre; Shellness was, and remains a naturist/nudist colony; Eastchurch Aerodrome was transformed into the UK’s first open prison and the dockyard had been turned over to a civilian industrial area. I was signed on as an apprentice by an electronics company that was housed in the dockyard’s old rope works, a building that was distinguished as the oldest cast-iron framed structure of its type to be built in Britain. The dockyard was a fascinating place to wander around and so it was that I learned that it housed Europe’s most northerly and the UK’s only colony of scorpions!

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These are a rather docile species called Euscorpius flavicaudis – Yellowtailed Scorpion, a native of North Africa and Southern Europe. The colony has been known about for several hundred years and was believed to have been imported in cargoes of building material shipped from Italy during the reign of George III. Brown in colour with a yellow tail, they grow up to two inches, live in crevices in brick walls, feed on small insects and can go for months without eating. Their numbers are thought to be well in excess of 10,000 and they are thriving in the warmer weather of the past few years. Once thought to be unique, I know of three other recorded colonies at Portsmouth and Tilbury docks and at Ongar railway station in Essex.

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scorpions glow under ultra-violet light – a beautiful image by Jason Steel

 So, from the UK’s relatively gentle and only scorpion species to Turkey’s most common and a nasty little sod it is too! Meet Mesobuthus gibbosus aka the Mediterranean Checkered or Anatolian Yellow Scorpion. Found all over Turkey, including urban areas, it has a particularly painful sting and can cause a severe reaction in some victims although generally poses no long-term threat to healthy humans. As a general, although not infallible, rule of thumb the more delicate the pincers sported by scorpions the more painful and venomous the sting.

our very own Anatolian Yellow

With that in mind have a look at this next species – Iurus dufoureius asiaticus – endemic to Turkey and so rare that it has no common name. Formidable as it looks with its powerful pincers it is thought to pose no threat to humans.

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such a rare beauty – enjoy!

This photo was taken in our incredibly biodiverse Kocadere Valley, Okçular in the cool of springtime – this species tunnels deep underground during the hot summer months. It is the largest European (Turkey incl for classification) species, dark brown to black body and paler legs. Little is known about this creature so if you fancy an interesting project . .

 From a lone UK species to Turkey’s most common and rarest scorpions – linked by a dockyard, an aerodrome, an emu, the atom bomb, Nelson, a saint and an undisciplined train of thought. Good value, or what?

Alan Fenn, Cloud Cuckoo Land

 

20 thoughts on “. . A Sting In The Tale

  1. This enabled me to delve into my memory store for good times past when as a youngster the Ma and Pa would holiday on the Isle of Sheppey dragging me off to dwell in a tin house where I was required to pee in a bucket for the duration of the holiday week (or fortnight if the money stretched). Sand, sea together with bucket and spade I deemed Sheppey to be paradise! Well everything’s bigger, beautiful and more exciting when you’re only 7 or 8 years old. Many years later I was to revisit Eastchurch on a monthly basis via a “visiting order” but to reminisce on this point isn’t so colourful.

    In getting carried away with the memories, I wondered where this was leading and BOSH there it was, your recent intrigue with the world’s best known “stingers”. Thanks for sharing A!

    1. . . ahhh! The memories of childhood – do you remember the ‘White House’ at the end of The Broadway where you could get a cornet 3d with verrucas thrown in for free? As for the point of it all – is there one? Although i suppose I got there in the end!
      We must discuss Eastchurch, visits etc so many hilarious tales to relate.

  2. I remember going for trips to the Isle of Sheppey and being held up for hours on end as the bridge lifted to let tiny yachts go through!! However, I didn’t like the place one little tiny bit. My daughter, however, had different ideas and bought a house there. My two grandchildren were born there (well, not quite, being born in Maidstone Hospital) so I guess they are Swampies! Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on your view) my daughter’s work deemed that she should move to Chester so they escaped one swampland for another – it seems to never stop raining where they are now!!

    1. . . the island has changed like much else in the world – it has been MacDonalded by outsiders – mainlanders, and old blood has been diluted – shame really, the world needs weirdos!

  3. Oh you Brits are having a grand old sally down Memory Lane! We love the story because we don’t know poop about any of this. (This comes from being from a country with no history or culture save that of the people we wiped out!) Only you, Alan, could spin such an intriguing, twisting story!
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    1. Aawww! Geee! Thanks guys! 😉 As for those ‘wiped out’ natives, they seem to staging a bit of a come-back – now they’re after them thar Black Hills – who knows, they may even get the history books re-written – watch out George Armstrong Custer, the ICC just might catch up and put your reputation on trial for its life!!

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