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THE LOSS OF THE
RUTLANDSHIRE |
Once grounded, the crew abandoned the Rutlandshire and made for land, coming

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Landing areas for the crew
of the Rutlandshire
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ashore on either of the landing areas marked by an 'X' in the previous photograph. Once ashore my grandfather reported that
"We entered one of the beach huts, stripped ourselves of our clothing, and proceeded to dry our frozen garments in front of a fire which had been
lit". The hut my grandfather is referring to is identified by the arrow in the above photograph and is shown in more detail below. The photograph on the left is how the hut probably looked in April 1940; the one on the right is how it looked
in May 2001.
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Two views of the same beach hut separated by 61
years.
My thanks to the current owner, Per Erling Kristiansen
whose uncle Eilif Kristiansen
owned the hut in 1940
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Four of
the Rutlandshires crew who made it onto the shore were from the Isle of Lewis,
Scotland. The four were Alex Morrison, Norman Martin, Finlay Maciver and Kenneth
Macleod. In May 2003, the following accounts were provided by respective family
and friends to the Stornoway Gazette.
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Alex Morrison |
Norman Martin |
Finlay Maciver |
Alex Morrison of 2 Steinish,
better known as Alex a’ Bheauly, died around 1980 but told of the incident
to relatives and friends over the years.
He had been in the galley of the Rutlandshire when the bomb hit the
underside of the ship.
His nephew, John Murdo Maclennan, recalled: “Alex told me that the bomb blew
the stove right through the deckhead and he jumped over the side of the
ship.
“He started swimming ashore and a German plane was firing at him and the
others in the sea. Alex was hit on the leg but managed to swim 100 yards to
the beach. A destroyer picked them up from the island and took them to Scapa
Flow”.
John Murdo went on: The bomb that hit the Rutlandshire left Alex deafened in
one ear. When he got ashore he was soon playing the melodeon and
entertaining everyone. He and his crewmate, Norman Martin became lifelong
friends and after the war used to meet every Saturday night in Stornoway.
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Norman Martin,
who lived at 33 Newvalley until his death in 1989 at the age of 80, had been
described by friends as a larger than life character throughout his life.
His niece, Anna Mairi Martin said that she never knew anything about the
sinking of the Rutlandshire: “I don’t think I ever heard my uncle Norman
speak of the sinking of the Rutlandshire. These were such traumatic
experiences that people probably did not want to speak of them”.
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Finlay Maciver’s
granddaughter, Moira Maciver had written an essay from the information
passed on by Finlay.
She said: “The Rutlandshire was sunk on the 20 April 1940 – Hitlers
birthday”. Hitler would have been 51 that day.
Moira said her grandfather had told her that the Rutlandshire was followed
out the Namsen fjord in Norway on April 20 by a German plane and was bombed.
“He told me that the skipper had given orders for the crew to abandon ship.
The crew swam ashore and spent most of the day in the snow. They were taken
to a farmers house and then moved to the village hall where they were fed
and looked after,” said Moira.
Finalys wife, Katie Ann recalled being told that after swimming ashore, one
of the crew managed to get a small boat and rowed back to the Rutlandshire
and rescued the crew that were still on board.
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Kenneth Macleod recalled: “The quayside was
packed with army personnel and with stores which were being landed there. We
cast off and moved into the fjord where we hoped to be less of a target. It did
not work out like that. We were followed by enemy planes, bombing and
machine-gunning us. We had a near miss when a bomb exploded under the ship
rupturing her plates. It was decided to abandon her. We were still being
machined-gunned as we did so and the lifeboat was damaged. In the confusion that
followed someone threw out a carley float but it drifted away. I was young then
and a fairly good swimmer so I decided to go after it. I got hold of it and then
the others were able to get into it.” Kenneth continued: “Otterøy was a place
where locals had summer houses and a community hall where they put us after
providing dry clothes, blankets and hot water bottles. I remember that we were
there on a Sunday. It was like an old-time Lewis Sabbath. Nothing moved.”
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