This blog is dedicated to my Dad, because he would have liked it!
We, as a family had visited London in the late 70’s which
was a big thing in those days, as we were skint. He had wanted to see the HMS
Belfast but with 2 daughters, and a wife, it was never going to be easy. We were less than interested. Once we got
there, it was closed. He never did get to see it before he died.
So, he could probably rhyme off all these facts and
figures, plus name the crane that put it all into place and how much water the
Belfast displaced and the weight of the chains when they launched her. Folk
born in Govan tend to know these things off the top of their head.
So the HMS Belfast was built at the Harland and Wolff
shipyard, Belfast, Northern Ireland. She was commissioned on 5th August 1939, decommissioned
on the 24th August 1963.
Harland and Wolff are of course, famous for building the Titanic,
and the famous joke. She was ok when she left here.
HMS Belfast had a sister ship called HMS Edinburgh who
saw a great deal of combat service, especially in the North Sea and the Artic Sea.
She was sunk by torpedoes in1942
The motto of the Belfast was Pro Tanto Quid Retribuamus
which reads as ‘For so much, how shall we repay?’
She saw active service in the Arctic 1943, North Cape
1943, Normandy 1944 and then Korea 1950–52
She had an awful lot of guns that can hit a target 12
miles away easily. As well as anti-aircraft (16 of those) plus 6
torpedoes. Obviously, the enemy boats
would be just as well armed so she had a very thick main belt (4.5 inches of
steel etc.) and other areas that gave her stability were just as thick, down to
2.5 inches in the bulkheads.
In her early days she carried 2 supermarine Walruses. You
should look them up; they were a kind of biplane water landing aircraft that the
Belfast just hoisted out the water and plonked on the deck when they flew back
from their reconnaissance.
Her big story is the night she engaged the Scharnhorst.
This story may be wrong in many ways but it contains the bits that struck home
to me as I was listening to the story of the engagement in my ear. The crew
were constantly chipping ice off the decks as if she took on too much ice she would
have turned turtle. The British had just cracked the enigma code and
knew that the Scharnhorst was in the waters off north of Norway. Belfast went to engage, battling high seas during
the night, although the guy in my ear said daylight made little difference.
They were accompanied by the York and the Sheffield, over 24 hours later the York
was hit and the Sheffield developed engine trouble and couldn’t sail at full
steam so the Belfast was on her own. At
one point, the sky lit up with lights and terrific noise, so they knew they
were under fire. The Sharnhorst had found them. They returned fire for an hour?
Two hours? Then the Scharnhorst turned and tried to sail away. The Belfast went
after her, for hour after hour, through the dark night and in heavy seas and
then they engaged again. The Belfast managed to sink the Scharnhorst and stayed
around to pick up the survivors, who then came on deck, and continued the
journey, eating the same food, breathing the same air at their captors. If they spoke English, did they speak to each
other? I bet there were a few
conversations, man to man, taking about mums and the kids they had left at
home.
In 1967, the Belfast was about to be scrapped but a joint
committee of the Imperial War Museum, the National Maritime Museum, and the
Ministry of Defence was established and they reported in June 1968 that her
preservation was practical.
She opened to the public in October 1971 moored in the
London pool right at the Tower of London. She’s a fascinating boat to visit.
A cheese roll was £5.99.
My Dad wouldn’t have paid that so neither did I.
Here's the pics...
The view from the Belfast.
The toilets and shower rooms after the refurb.
My mum used to work for the company that made this....
And this...
This is a pump. It's about the size of a small human. Made that way to fit through the narrow tunnels onboard.
Being a fully functioning warship and supply vessel, she had her own machine room...
and mail room...
And place of worship where they held quizzes. The rec room was next door and had a record player so they had a music round in the quiz- if they had new records!
And the sailors had their own dentist
this is where they cooked the meals. They ate a vast amount of food.
And the Belfast carried supplies for other boats.
Alan telling the two cooks how to make haggis.
For the first few years of her life, each patrol/section cooked for themselves.
Later, they had professional cooks onboard.
Four beds in the hospital
A small operating theatre where the dentist acted as anaesthetist.
The locker room had beds slung above the lockers.
The rec room had beds slung above the tables.
No beds here, a tad dangerous.
She had very powerful guns now famously aimed at a service station on the M25, Scratchwood.
Just to show how far she can fire if needed.
Alan trying to figure out if he could reach the houses of Parliament and what buttons to press.
They could fire 6 a minute. Each!
This was the radar reader.
Behind these glass panels men logged positions of friend and foe.
They wrote backwards so it was visible to the radar readers and operators on the other side.
Posh bunk!
Hammocks everywhere!
Caro 17 05 2019
How sad that your dad didn't get to see it.
ReplyDeleteyeah he would have liked it.. and subjected us to all kinds of talk of turbines, propellers and differentials. What did you think of the wee planes, they were rather nifty!
ReplyDeleteWould love to have flown one. Only flew float planes a few times, but not one that landed on the fuselage. My mother flew in a Short Sunderland flying boat from South Africa to Egypt just after WWII - Lake Victoria, the Nile, etc. I've always been envious.
Delete"Haggling over Haggis," the perfect title for the book I see coming here....
ReplyDeleteFor some reason the photos reminded me of the way I felt the first time I visited the "War Rooms" close by Parliament. I couldn't believe how small the rooms were for a place that played so large in the war. Thanks for the visit...
What I've never been able to get my mind around is how far the big guns could shoot. Twelve miles! And how did they know when to press the trigger in rolling seas? In heavy swells you could shoot yourself in the rudder or lob shells like a mortar.
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