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WRACK, TANG, OR JUST PLAIN SEAWEED |
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Jim Bennett describes an Irish Industry |
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IT WAS ON THE
SEASHORE that man found his first foothold in Ireland.
Out of sheer
necessity
he had to live by the sea, gathering cockles and mussels, digging
for bait to enable him to catch fish.
During the
long hard winters, and in the late spring, when fodder for the
animals became scarce, the shore dwellers would bring the cattle,
sheep and horses down to the beach where they could find edible
seaweed as a substitute.
The Scottish
farmers who settled in County Down at
the time of the Plantation found that their sheep throve on this
diet and kept fat all winter, where other animals, on a normal diet,
would fail.
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It has since
been proved, by controlled experiments, that for animals, the food
value of the knob wrack, Ascophyllum Nodosum, which grows near the
high tide mark, is almost equal to that of fresh meadow hay, yet
nowadays this valuable natural resource is almost completely
neglected as an animal food.
Certain
Species of seaweed are still gathered for human consumption:
Chondrus’ Crispus (Careageen, or Irish moss), Porphyra, known as
sloke, or layer, and Rhodymenia palmata, perhaps the most popular,
which is sold as Dulse. Apart from the deliciously flavored Dulse,
which is eaten raw, they can all be cooked and are usually served
boiled with potatoes.
Much of the
Dulse sold in seaside resorts in Northern
Ireland comes from a little village in County Down called
Ballywalter. A man there has been collecting the weed from the rocks
a few miles off-shore for the past sixty years. Now a sprightly
seventy- two, during the summer he still goes off at low-tide in his
little outboard motor-boat, taking a friend along to help him cut
the Rhodymenia which grows on the rocks.
Very often he
sets out at four or five o’clock
in the morning in order to catch the tide. Later, he makes a second
trip during low tide in the afternoon, hard work indeed for a man
well past retiring age; yet he told me recently that he has never
had rheumatism despite the cold, damp nature of his work. The bout
of influenza he had last year was the first illness he can ever
remember. It shocked him so much that he thought the work must be
getting too much for him and he almost gave it up. However, he has
recovered from that depression; and he was soon hard at work again.
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The SEAWEED is
carried ashore in sacks and then laid out and stacked to let the
surplus sea water drain away. Next, it is spread out on the stony
foreshore, or along the harbour wall, to dry completely, which takes
from two to six hours, according to the weather conditions. The dry
Dulse is loaded into sacks and sent to Belfast, where
it is packed into small paper bags for distribution round the
resorts. During the busy tourist season it is just as common to see
people walking along the streets eating Dulse as sweets, potato
crisps or ices. One traditional place for the sale of Dulse is the
Auld Lammas Fair at Ballycastle in County Antrim. This started as a
hiring fair at which farm servants used to be taken on for a year by
their masters. There were the usual attractions of a country fair,
with gay stalls and peepshows, but two of its essentials were and
still are, at the present day Dulse and ‘Yellow Man.’ The latter is
a kind of toffee, bright yellow in colour. There is a well known
Irish song about a young man taking his Mary Anne to the Lammas Fair
at Ballycastle and treating her to Dulse and Yellow Man.
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Besides being
used for food, seaweed has long been known as a fertiliser. In
coastal areas of lreland and Wales, in the
Isles of Scilly and, doubtless, elsewhere, it is still used as such.
The lanes, between their stone walls, which zig-zig down to the sea
Shore, used to be known as wrack roads and fields near the shore
always had a gate giving direct access to the sea. In some little
bays, where the driftweed was known to collect, the Wrack Harvest
was a time of merry making and noisy jollification.
It might also
sometimes. develop into a time of squabbling and fighting, over the
distribution of rights to collect in particular areas. Very often
these were regulated by some complicated system. In places, for
instance, weed beds were allocated in strips to different farmers,
usually in proportion to the size of their farm holdings, and
boulders used as boundary marks are still to be seen.
There was a
time when seaweed was so vital to the success of the potato crop
that a seaweed farm was established in County Down.
This remarkable place was at the mouth if Carlingford Lough, in Mill
Bay, where, at low tide, a large area of mud and sand was exposed.
The wrack beds
were half-acre rectangles, set with rows if boulders, and they
became so valuable that farmers would pay up to £10 for one bed;
more, indeed, than he paid for the land on to which he spread the
seaweed-fertiliser. One farmer was reported to have sold his wrack
bed for £145!
Ideally, each
farmer held three beds, one close inshore for the knob wrack, one a
little farther out for the bladder wrack, and one out in the deep
water, for lazy wrack, which, being always covered with sea water,
grew much faster than the others.
‘The crop was
harvested between March and June with knives and sickles. The
reapers, who worked bare-footed, had also to reset the heavy
boundary marks if the had become submerged in sand, as some times
happened. The sand and mud were too soft to allow carts to come in
and draw the weed away, so it was made into rafts and floated ashore
with the tide.
In recent
times, a Royal Air Force pilot who flew over the wrack beds reported
that he had spotted submerged farms, or what seemed to of been
little farms marked out by boulders, stretching away into the sea.
PERHAPS the
most profitable way if exploiting seaweed lay in the production of
kelp, by burning the species known as Laminaria. This practice
continued down to recent times. It was big business among shore
dwellers in the eighteenth century as kelp was then in demand for
use in the manufacture of soap, glass and bleaching material.
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Drying Dulse On The Peir
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The thick,
tangled weed was either thrown up by the winter storms, or cut, at
low tide, by men using knives strapped on to long handles up to
twenty feet in length, so that they could reach the best weeds which
grew in deep water. The weeds were dragged ashore and dried over low
stone walls, then ricked and thatched in the seem way as hay.
On dry summer
days the weed was burnt in a kelp kiln, which was simply a narrow
rectangle of stones, open at both ends. In this the kelp would burn
for several hours, fresh weed being fed in a little it a time. It
took about sixty tons of seaweed to produce one ton of kelp -
another reason why kelp was so precious.
In the 1750s
the rents were paid in kelp in one area of West Donegal.
Any surplus that remained after the landlord’s demands had been met
was bartered for the luxuries of tobacco and spirits.
THE Ashes, or
kelp, of seaweed had some kind of preservative property: a book by
Martin Martin on the Western Isles if Scotland tells
how, at the end of the seventeenth century, seals, fish and sea fowl
we’re found preserved in these ashes. It was also possible to
preserve cheese by lapping it in tang, to use the old Norsemen’s
word for sea wrack by which it a still sometimes known in Ireland.
One other
further unorthodox use made of seaweed. Smugglers used to hide
contraband under the’ great cart-loads of wrack being drawn away for
fertiliser, an ideal way of taking the goods inland after they had
arrived at the coast.
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Ballywalter Bowling Club.
We are now Taking Bookings
for Parties & Weddings
You can contact
Maurice :
Daytime: 02842757156
Or
02842758874
After 6pm
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THE BALLAD OF BALLYWALTER
(On
the death of a distinguished Irish soldier belonging to Ballywalter who
was killed in the Great War.)
A sudden
shot and a hasty grave,
The wind
came shuddering o’er the wave,
And as it
came, a groan it gave—
The’ moan
of Ballywalter.
Gaily our troops went to the war,
Our
pennons were waving near and far,
How
could they foreshadow the fatal scar,
The’ moan
of Ballywalter.
Read
on in Poet's corner
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