proven yet again recently when Catherine Heffernan posted to the Cheekpoint
Faithlegg and Coolbunnia Facebook page.
The photo was of the Morning Star II, the pilot boat that operated from
Cheekpoint when we were children and it brought the memories flooding back.
|Morning Star II photo from Catherine Heffernan White|
My Uncle Sonny returned from sea in the early 1970’s and
took up the role of pilot boat officer from the village, servicing the port of New Ross. His boat the Morning Star II was
a familiar feature, and it was rare that you wouldn’t find Sonny standing on
the quayside waiting for a boat, or in my Aunt Ellen’s house having a cup of tea in between boats.
New Ross. Because of our location at the point where the three sisters meet, the Barrow, Nore and Suir, and the junction to the two port, Cheekpoint was a logical choice for such activities. I can’t say I have yet discovered when the practice started but I do recall a photo, below, which depicts a pilot officer house, where pilots waited on ships from the late 1800’s, and I’m guessing it was at least for most of that century. Hobblers would have been to the fore prior to that.
|Pilot House in the left corner of photo, AH Poole|
New Ross pilots
departed outgoing ships at Cheekpoint, or joined incoming ships to pilot the
ships up through the Barrow Bridge to New Ross. I’ve blogged about the difficulties caused by the bridge before. It also marked the point where the Waterford
pilots took over. Hence a Waterford pilot relieved his New Ross counterpart and took the ship to the mouth of the
harbour, and was then relived of his duty and taken to Dunmore by the Betty
Breen. They also obviously performed the
Of the pilots themselves I can only remember a few. The New Ross pilots of the time were my Uncle John of course, and Mickey Duffin, Kevin Barry of Fethard and a Dutchman who I can only recall a smiling face and a smell of cigars. Of the Waterford pilots Willie Hearne, Pat Rodgers, John Whitty and the Walsh brothers and come to mind.
with sprat bait, or playing rounders or soccer on the village green. Sonny would give the nod and we would
carefully hop aboard and sit on a small midship deck that housed the inboard
engine. The Morning Star was no more
than 22 feet long, but beamy, and a whole gang of us could easily sit in
party went. We were always the happier if the pilot was coming from Ross and had to
be dropped to the Island Quay, at Great Island.
It made for a longer trip. Or
other times the Waterford pilot might be put on an outgoing ship, the New Ross pilot come
aboard, and then away to an incoming ship, which he re-boarded to take to New
|Pilot boat Crofter working at Cheekpoint this week|
The scene was familiar to
me from an early age. Ship sited at
Ballinlaw, coming towards the Barrow Bridge.
Sonny would slip the painter from the ladder at the quay, negotiate the salmon
punts moored at the quay, cursing a floating anchor rope. As the ship came though the Bridge, Sonny
would get into position, lining up with the bow of the ship and approaching at
an angle to close the gap. As we neared there was always
a flutter in my belly, the ship which looked small at the distance, rearing up
and glaring down upon us the nearer we approached. Always a curious smell, particular
to ships a mixture of food, diesel oil and cargo such as fertiliser, oil or
The ladder was down at the ships
side, two deckhands waiting at the gunwale of the ship. We come alongside, Sonny gunning the engine
to maintain position with the ship, the pilot deftly hops upon the jacob ladder and
ascends, something none of us would probably ever choose to do. Sonny casually looking
around, seemingly oblivious to the anxiety we felt, would he fall away from the
ship coming close if not under the churning propeller astern, would we be
sucked beneath the side. Then having being relived
in the wheelhouse, the New Ross pilot would be seen sauntering down the side of
the ship, leg out over and onto the ladder, and waved off by the crew. Once he had a foot aboard, Sonny with a deft
touch on the wheel effortlessly drew the Morning Star II away and departed from
|Pilot climbing the Jacob ladder
My preference was for going alongside tankers, which rather
than a high side, had a railing and you could see much more of the ship and her
fittings. The NO SMOKING sign seemed strangely out of place on a ship, as
everyone I associated with ships and pilotage smoked, well, with the exception
of regulation were yet to be devised and jobs to oversee them yet to be created. In some ways it was a bad time for children. We know that from the various scandals that
have come to light. But it was also a
great time to be a child, when we had freedom, were left to create our own entertainment,
when parental fears, screen time and mobile devices were yet to suck up so much of children’s time and
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