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GREAT TEA RACE OF 1866
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In the middle third of the 19th Century, the clippers which carried cargoes of tea from China to Britain would compete in informal races to be first ship to dock in London with the new crop of each season. The Great Tea Race of 1866 was keenly followed in the press, with an extremely close finish. Taeping docked 28 minutes before Ariel - after a passage of more than 14,000 miles. Ariel had been ahead when the ships were taken in tow by steam tugs off Deal, but after waiting for the tide at Gravesend the deciding factor was the height of tide at which one could enter the different docks used by each ship. The third finisher, Serica, docked an hour and 15 minutes after Ariel. These three ships had left China on the same tide and arrived at London 99 days later to dock on the same tide.[1](pp151–152) The next to arrive, 28 hours later, was Fiery Cross, followed, the next day, by Taitsing.
One of our patient’s husbands has written a poem on The Tea Clipper Race of 1866.
From Foochow to London Docks
Three streamlined beauties loaded to the chocks
Agreed to race, just to see
Who would be first home with this year’s tea.
Ariel being the first ship to load,
Towed away to anchor, in the road
A poor pilot and tow with adverse tide
Meant yet another day, the anchor to ride.
Serica and Taeping loaded next,
Causing Ariel’s captain to fret and vex,
May 30th all three were at the isle of turnabout,
Full and bye was the matey’s shout.
Ring tails and watersails filling spare room,
A Jamie Green set firm to the proud Jib Boom
On they went down to Gaspar Strait,
Ariel was first to Anjers Gate
Midshipmen aloft embracing the stars,
Reefing sail to new top gallant spars.
Helmsman’s face set taught and grim,
Hands feeling each shift, correcting the trim.
Serica found it hard to make up way,
Yet still they were making 300 miles a day,
Down to Mauritius still Ariel led,
All crews tense, captains never abed.
Seeing each other rounding Cape Hope,
Steering for Acention, no time for soap.
Taeping easing ahead with stunsails set so fine,
August 4th all three racers crossed the line.
Carpenter and sail maker were working double,
Wind and currents are always trouble.
Water sails almost dipping in,
Hold her fast, there are wagers to win.
Cape Verdi saw Ariel up by day,
Serica and Taeping fought hard not giving way,
August 12th came and went,
The crews even had their blankets bent.
Pushing on for the western Isles,
All three together but with differing styles,
A fresh sou, wester is needed now,
To cut a dash with a creaming bow.
Ariel was first to spot the Bishop’s light,
And tore into the Channel to finish the fight,
But hull down and full of racing,
Came the game, full sail, Taeping.
Surging along at more than fourteen knots,
No time now for cooking pots,
Watch the rigging, check the bights,
Set all of the flying kites.
Dawn the two had the Lizard abeam,
Portland and the time to take in the Jamie Green,
Night approached St. Catherine’s light was read,
Midnight, five miles to Beachy Head.
Ariel nearing Dungeness fired off rockets,
Calling the pilot, thinking the race in their pockets,
Taeping’s M’Kinnon however was not that slow
Picking himself a faster tow.
Gravesend came with Taeping edging first,
Sweeping to London Docks with a burst,
Ariel made dockside just ten minutes later
Crowds cheering, columns of paper.
Owners and agents buzzing like flies,
Trying to decide who should get the prize,
Ten shillings a ton and one hundred pounds
And a brand new hat in which to do the rounds.
Serica had tacked the channel wide,
But still squeezed in on the same tide,
Ninety nine days all three had strained at the run,
Now it was over…..now it was done.
F W Sharpe
This isn’t his only talent. He is also keen on topiary and has created some quirky pieces in his front garden. This was our favourite.
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