The Cutty Sark, a uniquely
historic and graceful tea clipper dry-docked in Greenwich,
London,
suffered a disastrous fire yesterday May 21 2007.
Curiously, the ship was undergoing major renovation at the time, so much of
its interior fittings had been removed for safe storage - it could have been a
lot worse. It is still too early to say whether too much of the ship’s fabric
has been lost to fully restore. Go here for more info
The event (and, of course, the ship itself) is important to the Brew Ha Ha
because as a tea clipper she is a tangible reminder of the importance of tea in
19th century trade and cultural life.
As one of the most famous ships in the world (and the only surviving extreme
clipper), she is, to many, the epitome of the great age of sail and the
ultimate fast commercial sailing ship of its time. And a very beautiful sight,
too.
The Cutty Sark left London on its
maiden voyage on February 16 1870 bound for Shanghai,
via the Cape of Good Hope. She carried wine,
spirits and beer with the intention of returning with tea – a fair trade! She
departed for London with around 1,450 tons of
tea - the first of eight voyages the ship successfully made to China in pursuit
of the ultimate brew.
How
the clipper got its name:
The old Scottish legend of Tam O'Shanter
was later turned into a story by Robert Burns, of whom the owner of the
ship was a fan.
Tam came across a witches’ coven in a
churchyard late one night and fell under the spell of Nannie, the most
beautiful. She was wearing a short petticoat called a 'cutty sark' which is an
old regional Scottish name for this garment …
Her
cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,
That while a lassie she had worn,
In longitude tho' sorely scanty,
It was her best, and she was vauntie.
The witches turned on Tam and chased him
across a river, but not before Nannie pulled off his horse’s tail
“For
Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle;
But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
Ae spring brought off her master hale,
But left behind her ain grey tail:
The carlin claught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.”
Here’s the full poem