The trick to finding the wreck of the French steamship Hourtien, is not to look for the wreck itself, but to look for the gulley leading to it. Descending a bit north of the GPS marks and the rock that marks where the wreck lies we headed south east to find a deep wide gulley heading down to 30 meters, and with at least two congers in it. then once we had reached the maximum depth we wanted we turned back up the gulley until we came out in a flat area. A few bits of steel plate were lying about and we kept going shallower until we got to about 18 meters. There, quite close to shore is most of the wreck.
Wrecked in 1931 she lies in quite shallow water between the wreck of the Illyrian and Gascannane sound. Quite a nice spot and only a short spin from Baltimore, and sheltered from any westerly or northerly wind. We dived her near the middle of a spring tide and had no current.
As a result of being so shallow she is very broken up, even the boiler has been de-constructed more or less so that there are more holes in the casing than intact steel. Another consequence of being shallow is that despite some iffy visibility there was plenty of light for photography. I actually had to adjust the exposure of some of the photos down a bit. The light shines through the holes in the boiler illuminating the inside. Two anchors were spotted by people more interested in the exact function of bits of rusty metal than I am. Six conger were also spotted on the dive, in the gulley as well as on the wreck.

Ling on Night Dive

It is getting to the time of year again when the dusk is soon enough for a night dive to be at a reasonable hour (neither midnight nor the middle of the afternoon). With the boat conveniently moored at brightly lit and easily navigable Crosshaven, we headed out on Friday evening to dive the Daunt Rock. The trick is to kit up while there is still some twilight and have darkness fall just after you leave the surface. We timed it perfectly. Joost had the good idea of attaching a light stick to a surface marker boy that he towed on the dive. Gerry, who was coxing was able to follow it fairly well after darkness fell. With a neap tide there was little current and a half moon to help us navigate back to Crosshaven. The fish life is fairly tame on a night dive, some of the fish are actually asleep. Others such as Congers that would normally be holed up during daylight are out and about at night. Also Ling which I was able to photograph despite some challenging lighting conditions. We saw several small congers (or maybe the same one several times !). There is some metal on the Daunt rock, evidence of the fact that it was once the cause of some shipwrecks. The rock is buoyed, with a red lateral mark (I would have expected an isolated danger mark). You have probably seen the buoy many times from nearby Roberts’ Cove.

I hadn’t dived the Folia for several years, not because club dives on the Folia are especially rare, (there had been a few already in 2009), but because I just happened to be unavailable whenever one was arranged. So I was looking forward to this. My recollection was that the wreck is really quite impressive. She lies at a depth of 33 to 38 meters several miles off Ardmore Co Waterford, and is within sight of Youghal and Ardmore. Despite some imperfect visibility it was a very enjoyable dive.
The problem of photographing and describing a wreck the size of the Folia is a bit like describing and photographing the grand canyon. It is difficult to convey the impressive scale of a wreck in a series of photographs or words, especially if conditions on the dive were not especially favorable for photography. I would like to dive the wreck again with clearer viz, like I had the previous time I dived, and a fast wide lens. The Folia is one of those dives that people like to do many times because it is probably one of the largest wrecks at a non-decompression diving depth off the south coast. There is always something new to discover. OK the Kowloon Bridge was an order of magnitude larger, but since the bow section collapsed also an order of magnitude less fascinating.

Sometimes known as the Folio, her real name was Folia. Militarily speaking the U-Boat that sank her did a pretty good job by preventing a large cargo of artillery shell casings from reaching the Western Front. The deaths of seven of the crew was the sad price paid. Despite extensive salvage that has destroyed much of the superstructure aft of the boilers there are still many of the shell casings to be found. We saw evidence that salvage continues. In effect she is being turned into a habitat for marine life. There are lots of nooks and crannies on the wreck. This is a good place to see congers. As a consequence of being a cozy home for fish, it gets some anglers, so watch out for hooks and fishing line.

I used a 28% mix, and we had about a 20 minute bottom time with plenty of no-decompression limit to spare, partly due to a miscalculation on my part, we headed back to the shotline a tad early. Launching from Knockadoon was OK, but there were waves coming around the point which made retrieval a bit challenging. Thanks to Brian for towing and coxing, and to Helen for organizing the dive, also Joost for helping us drop the shotline on the correct spot.

For those interested in the history of the wreck there is an article on the Waterford County Museum webpage: http://www.waterfordcountymuseum.org/exhibit/web/Display/article/160/4/?lang=en

Octopus

Declan Garnish Pier

The first Saturday was the only day that no diving was possible due to weather. Sunday and Monday followed the pattern of a brief respite from overnight winds in the morning and early afternoon before it blew up again later. But two dives (albeit with lumpy boat trips) were possible both days. From Tuesday we were able to travel further afield round to the south side of Dursey Island.
Drift dives proved to be unexpectedly popular. I have seen four planned drift dives ever with Cork SAC (intentional ones as opposed to mis-timed slack water) and two of those were last week. It is something we should do a bit more often because they are a blast. We calculated that on the second drift dive on Friday, one buddy pair must have traveled almost two miles in 45 minutes. Unlike in Renvyle, when the first night dive was a highlight, this year the traditional night dive was nothing to write home about, so I won’t blog about it either. By Thursday things had calmed down enough for a dive at Crow head (where the octopus posed for the camera). By Friday my favourite dive site: the Cow was dive-able and that was a fabulous dive. Saturday we went back to the dive sites nearer Garnish Pier to allow the boats to be pulled earlier. The best diving was Thursday and Friday.

Jim and Donnacha and their fishing rods did their best to depopulate the coastal waters of mackerel and pollock. Rory, Joe, Gerry and Declan checked moorings and were rewarded with bags of crab claws by grateful fishermen. In the end they were asking not to be given any more crab claws. There are only so many you can eat. One of the moorings they checked turned out to be just a paint pot filled with concrete and buoyed. Worryingly another dive club from Dublin had moored to it on the previous Sunday, with overnight gale force winds forecast ! We were told by a wind surfer that it wasn’t actually a mooring and the the other club were alerted to the fact by Gerlyn who tracked them down by the noise of their compressor. They wisely decided to pull the boat before the gale hit.
An attempt to win the talent competition at Lenaghmore Community Centre was abandoned because the lads brought nine-month-old Fionn along and it would have been child cruelty to subject him to the Allihes version of X Factor. Instead we had to be content to lower the standard of singing in Jimmy’s pub enough that it encouraged participation by less musically able locals too. Breaking the tyranny of the talented is our cultural legacy to the music of the area.
House 6 were treated to big brother Allihes style in the form of a CCTV broadcast from a cow shed. This was a bit of a puzzle because all the cows were outside (as city-slicker Gerry can confirm after complaining about being kept awake by mooing). Also it is months away from calving. Donnacha tried to track down the source of the mystery broadcast by pretending to be searching nearby barns for a non-existent dog, but with no success. The grumpy looking Declan pictured above was also kept awake, but by snoring rather than mooing. The Limerick man, without anything more traditionally pointy and metallic to hand finally resorted to throwing a pillow at 4AM.