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Wistow Hall
The Buchan coast between Slains Castle and Buchanness, with its towering cliffs and jagged rocks has always been an area dreaded by shipping in winter, particularly before the invention of wireless and radar.
Slains Castle. now roofless and gaunt, still towers above the perpendicular cliff face, its seaward wall almost a continuation of the rock face, where on a dark night one could well imagine Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” silhouetted through a blind window space. Dr Johnson visited here on his “Scottish Tour”. He wrote, I would not, for my amusement, wish for a storm; but as storms wished for or not, will sometimes happen, i may say, without violation of humanity, that I would willingly look out upon therefrom Slains Castle”.
Dr Johnson’s wish would have been gratified if he had been in the castle in January, 1912 when a disastrous storm ravaged shipping along the East coast. There were many shipwrecks at that time, the most tragic occurring at North Haven, a rock bound, narrow inlet two miles North of Cruden Bay. There “Wistow Hall”, a steamer of the Hall Line, was wrecked with grievous loss of life on the morning of Thursday, 18th January, 1912.
The newspapers on Friday, 19,th January, carried bold headlines about the terrible storm. The local newspapers dealt mainly with the “Wistow Hall and gave detailed accounts of the happenings, including interviews with the Captain, a crew member, the Coastguards, and locals who were actually witnesses of what took place that dreadful morning.
On Tuesday, 16th January, 1912, the Wistow Hall, a 3000 ton cargo steamer of the Hall Line of Liverpool, left the River Tyne bound for Glasgow in ballast. This entailed going up the East coast of Scotland and round the North by the Pentland Firth at a time of year dangerous for shipping. One thousand tons of coal were loaded at Jarrow, and no other cargo was carried.
The Wistow Hall was under the command of forty-three-year-old Captain W Stoddart, who had taken over temporary command from the usual captain who was ill. The crew numbered fifty-seven with the possible addition of a pilot, and consisted of fourteen Europeans and forty-three Lascars. These Lascars were recruited in India and were cheap labour. They were recognised as satisfactory seamen in normal conditions but suspect in emergencies.
Rough seas had been experienced along the whole East coast for some time, and the Wistow Hall met the full force of the South East gale soon after leaving the shelter of the Tyne. Early on the Wednesday morning, heavy seas broke over the vessel, killing two of the crew and injuring the Captain so badly that he was confined to his cabin until the ship wreck.
The gale force wind from the South-East continued to increase in strength, and extensive damage was soon caused to the superstructure as the seas washed over the vessel, which was labouring stern to the gale.
One of the hatch covers was blown off, and the water was now flooding the hold. The tall, erect funnel was soon carried away, and the situation was indeed desperate when the fires were extinguished, and the doomed Wistow Hall was drifting helpless before the storm. Some time on Wednesday afternoon when somewhere off Girdleness, distress rockets were fired and fires lit.
As was the custom during stormy weather, all the safety services on the coast were on a round-the-clock “bad weather watch”. A Mr Batty on Coastguard Lookout near Whinnyfold, first spotted the distress signals through the storm about two o’clock on Thursday morning. About five o’clock the Port Erroll Life Saving Apparatus with the Rocket Apparatus, under the command of Mr Holland, was called out to take up station at Whinnyfold as it appeared that the vessel would founder on the dreaded Skares of Cruden, the graveyard of many fine ships.
However, perhaps because of an out-flowing tide, the helpless hulk cleared the reef and remained afloat, being driven Northwards, past Cruden sands, which might have given the crew some hope of survival had the ship grounded there. She escaped the towering rocks under Slains Castle perched high in the darkness, and the high island rock of Dunbuy.