Fishing and the Bollan Cross - Roy Kissack
Let's go back to the late 40's and the early fifties when we were living in Hatfield Grove. When I, Alan and later on Anne, were deemed old enough we accompanied Dad on his rock fishing expeditions. That is where we learnt about the Bollan Cross. Walking from Rosemount to a path opposite the entrance to the Nunnery, we walked over the headland via the old rifle range to pass via the tram station, where the road and track had collapsed, and continued along the marine drive towards Port Soderick to arrive at Langness Beg.
At first sight it looked impossible to climb down the cliffs to the deep gullies down below. Following Dad we arrived at the bottom of the cliff, turning round to be amazed that we had arrived safely after descending about 80 metres of sheer rock!!! (Ed - not fully appreciated on the photos above or below) We have been fishing there now for over 40 years and once you had learnt the way you never forget it !!!
So to the fishing, baiting with Lug worm and rods of over 12 foot in length, it was into the fish. The first wrasse nearly tore the rod out of my hands as the fish dived deeply to the haven of wrack. Finally catching one you had to be careful of the risen spikes along it's back and the ferocious front teeth.
Before returning home we cleaned and gutted the fish so if necessary Mum might cook it for tea. When preparing the fish for the oven, it was to be stuffed with sage and onions and baked. Whilst removing the head Dad pointed out the crushing machine at the back of the head, and told us about the "Bollan Cross".
The cross ended up later being boiled white in water, and it's significance to seafarers (Dad was working on the Mannin during this period) was, and I believe still is, a "good luck charm" to be carried by seafarers when at sea, in the belief that they then would not perish or drown at sea.
My Dad nearly always carried one in his wallet, and I certainly carry one with me when I go back home to the fishing.
a) Better and bigger Bollan Wrasse are to be caught at Sloc, (therefore a bigger cross) if you're brave enough to climb down (200 metres), remember the trail and survive the return journey. Personally at my age now, I would hire a boat at Port Erin and sail to Sloc, if you get have a look round the cliff edge to the south, and in the cave there are remains of the hoists that supported the fishing boats out of the water when not in use.
b) My brother-in-law Ian bought Anne a silver Bollan Cross, but what we didn't know was that inside the box was a card saying "always find your way home" - perhaps a derivation of the original saying, being used for commercial reasons, but it sounds quite nice!!!
c) Further details about the Bollan Cross here