I’m a re-reader of books. One of my favourites is The Bird of Dawning by John Masefield. It’s a yarn of the sea about the famous tea-clippers towards the end of the 19th century at the time of their glory.
Built for speed these great ships, with their narrow hulls and lofty masts with great clouds of sail, swift and beautiful, were the queens of the seven seas. Once a year the clipper fleet used to race across the oceans, from Shanghai to the Port of London, to be the first to bring that year’s crop of valuable tea to the English markets.
They would set sail, often on the same tide, from the Chinese port, cross the South China Sea, pass through the Sunda Strait of Indonesia, across the Indian Ocean, around the Cape of Good Hope of Africa and up the Atlantic to the English Channel.
The famous race of 1866 took just 102 days to fly across three quarters of the globe, with the three leaders reaching the chops of the English Channel on the same afternoon and spectators lined the coast of Kent and beaches of Normandy to watch the Taeping and the Ariel with every stitch of canvas set race side-by-side up the Channel all that glorious windy sunny afternoon and evening.
The background to the plot of The Bird of Dawning is based on this famous race. The Bird of Dawning is a fictionalised name for one of the fast clippers of the first rank. It’s a feel-good book – comfort reading. The narrative is fast-paced and full of accurate detail.
Suffice to say that the young and self-effacing hero wins out in the end – the race, the glory and of course the girl with beautiful eyes who is waiting for him on shore.