False Bay’s slow denuding – Tony Weaver

False Bay may have foxed our intrepid sailor-settlers seeking safe anchorage in Table Bay, but they were initially intent on finding a watering and victualing station on their way east, not fixated on its’ aesthetic beauty and richness. Unlike our modern Man-Friday columnist Tony Weaver, who grew up in the embrace of the bay with all it has to offer along it’s spectacularly-varied shoreline. He bemoans the denuding of its’ once-abundant resources, perhaps less popularly signalled by the growing absence of its world-famous Great White sharks. Their move eastwards for reasons of food scarcity and perhaps to escape the increasing presence of Killer Whales or Orcas who prey on them for their tasty livers, is now well-documented. As a former angling columnist for the Cape Times who worked alongside Tony, I received increased sightings of Orcas, both in False Bay and on the Atlantic coastline. Living in a cottage on the mountainside just below Boyes Drive, I’d always feel buoyed when in mid-to-late August I saw the spumes and leaps of Southern Right Whales, signalling Spring, something now rarer as they head in greater numbers for the better-conserved De Hoop area where currently 90% of the newly-arrived population are congregating. This column was first published in Die Burger. – Chris Bateman

False Bay: Death by a thousand cuts

By Tony Weaver*

We all have some physical reference that defines our childhood. For many Capetonians, it is Table Mountain, even if seen from the bleakness of the Cape Flats. For others the Drakensberg, for the Kalahari kid, the icy winter mornings or the smell of rain when summer comes.

For me, it is False Bay. I grew up surfing its waves, diving its kelp beds, playing on its beaches, fishing off its rocks, and driving the most beautiful road in the world, Clarence Drive, to our family cottage near Cape Hangklip, the bay’s easternmost arm.

The bay fed our family a seemingly endless supply of galjoen, yellowtail, katonkel, perlemoen, alikreukel and kreef. I know every surfing break between Cape Point and Cape Hangklip.

I know what the wind does, how the south easter turns the water on the eastern shores ice cold and clear, the diving is good, the ice-cream headaches from the cold water intense. The north wester warms the sea and the yellowtail come inshore to be hooked from Whale Rock and Blaauwkrans.

That’s also when the swell picks up and gets focused by Rocky Bank, the reef at the mouth of False Bay, and creates rogue waves that sweep anglers from the rocks. The eastern arm of False Bay is haunted by their crosses.

But my beloved bay is in grave danger. The City of Cape Town says that for the first time since 2004, not a single great white shark has been spotted in the bay this year, down from an average 205 sightings a year.

And a landmark study by 32 researchers was published in Elementa – Science of the Anthropocene which synthesised more than 30 years research into False Bay.

They address the disappearance of the great whites by noting that “the reasons for the low sighting rates are unknown, but might be related to more favourable prey conditions along the east coast… the increased presence of killer whales Orcinus orca that target white sharks (and, specifically, their livers) as prey might also play a role”.

The report’s essence includes that: by next year, the effluent of nearly two million people will enter the bay via leaking sewers, 11 rivers, multiple stormwater drains, and polluted groundwater; wind and rainfall patterns are shifting because of climate change; kelp, crayfish, seabirds and pelagic fish are moving east; and overfishing has “led to alarming declines” (only yellowtail have increased) while perlemoen and crayfish stocks are close to collapse.

For surfers, there is one bit of good news amid the gloom: there is likely to be a “shift of mid-latitude cyclones to a more southerly latitude” and this may “generate waves with a more southerly, and hence more direct, approach into False Bay”. Expect better and bigger waves in the bay.

When I was a kid, I often dreamed of going back in a time machine to when only Khoisan hunter-gatherers roamed the shores of False Bay, and the fishing was superb.

I hope my grandchildren don’t look back and say “I wonder what it was like in Grandpa’s day when there were fish, and you could swim in False Bay without getting sick?”

  • Tony Weaver is a freelance photo-journalist and editor. You can contact him at [email protected]