An encounter with a sperm whale

Robert Hoare relates an personal encounter with a sperm whale, The Guardian 10th September: I was born and brought up by the sea — indeed, my heavily pregnant mother nearly went into labour on a visit to a submarine in Portsmouth, and I was almost born underwater. Yet I never learned to swim. I was simply too scared of the water, and what it might contain.

I trace my terror to a memory of something I never saw: the bath in my mother’s childhood home, along the side of which my grandfather – whom I never knew – had painted a great spouting whale, a veritable Moby-Dick. The image of that unseen whale haunted me, to the extent that I didn’t even like taking a bath. Throughout childhood and into my teenage years, this fear dominated my feelings towards the sea.

It was only when I was in my mid-20s, unemployed in London, that I decided to challenge myself. In a tiled Victorian pool in Hackney, an elderly lady in a rubber hat took pity on me. This Esther Williams of the East End showed me how the water could bear my body up, gloriously. I was hooked.

Cut to the Azores, the mid-Atlantic, 20 years later. The water off these black basalt shores drops to half a mile deep within a few hundred feet; further out, it falls to three miles. I’d gone there with a film crew, to make a BBC Arena documentary about the true story behind Moby-Dick. Soon after leaving the harbour, a pod of common dolphin began to ride our bow. The water was so clear there seemed to be nothing between them and me. And they appeared to be leading us somewhere. Suddenly, our young Azorean captain, Joao, stopped the boat. Ahead were what looked like logs.

Philip Hoare swimming with sperm whales in the Azores. Photograph: Andrew Sutton

Philip Hoare swimming with sperm whales in the Azores.
Photograph: Andrew Sutton

For as long as I’ve feared the sea, I’ve also been fascinated by whales, and I’d seen hundreds of whales in the wild by this time — but never sperm whales. They did not compute with anything animate. It was only when they raised their flukes or their great square heads that they revealed themselves: a dozen or more of the world’s largest predators. Yet they seemed to be true shape-shifters; they even seemed to change colour: ebony black one moment, dove grey the next, or even the colour of cocoa.

The idea was to film the whales underwater. Joao urged me over the side – I didn’t even have time to put my wetsuit on. Jill, our camerawoman, followed, but was worried that her camera was dragging her down and was pulled out by Martin, our producer. (He had a vested interest; she’s his wife.) Adam, our director, told me to come back. But I wasn’t coming back. This was my chance to share the water with the most legendary, and most hunted, of all cetaceans. Almost immediately, I realised my first mistake. The sea, which looked so clear from above, was filled with planktonplankton Plankton is a generic term for a wide variety of the smallest yet most important organisms form that drift in our oceans. They can exist in larger forms of more than 20cm as the larval forms of jellyfish, squid, starfish, sea urchins, etc. and can be algae, bacterial or even viral down to as small as 0.2µm. They are nutrient and light dependent, and form the essential foodchain baseline for larger dependent aquatic lifeforms. Fish species rely on the density and distribution of zooplankton to coincide with first-feeding larvae for good survival of their larvae, which can otherwise starve. Man-made impacts such as dredging, dams on rivers, waste dumping, etc can severely affect zooplankton density and distribution, which can in turn strongly affect larval survival and thus breeding success and stock strength of fish species and the entire ecosystem. They also form the essential basis of CO2 take up in our seas ecosystem, hence Global Warming.. It was like looking into another universe of hallucinogenic stars and planets, shading from deep blue to utter blackness. I’d only gone 20 yards when I saw the animals; my vision was wall-to-wall whale. My heart beat hard against my ribcage; my body was flooding with adrenaline. I really did feel as though my life was flashing before my eyes. I also lost control of my bodily functions. Then I thought, “Oh God, peeing in the water is the sort of thing that really gets sharks going.”

At that point, the largest of the whales — an animal I later knew to be their matriarch – detached itself from the pod, and came swimming directly at me. Now I really was scared. Of all whales, the sperm whale is the only one able to swallow a human being — and has done so. Whalers whose bodies were retrieved from dead whales were said to have been turned white by the animals’ gastric fluids. “OK”, I said to myself, “either it’s going to ram me with that huge head — or it’s going to open its mouth at the last moment”.

Everything was happening in slow motion. Then I felt — rather than heard — the whale’s sonar moving down my body — click-click-click — like an MRI scanner. The sound reverberated through my skull, my sternum, my whole skeleton. It was ironic. As a writer, I’d spent years trying to describe whales, and here was a whale, trying to describe me. The whale was now so close I could easily have reached out and touched her. But that was not part of the contract. She looked at me, with an eye the size of a grapefruit, with absolute sentience and curiosity, wondering what I was.

It was intensely placid, this stilled moment, everything brought down to this, in this amniotic ocean. A few months before, I’d lost my mother. She’d always told me that at the end, she’d walk down to the shore and into the sea. But she died in a hermetically sealed hospital room. Now I was faced with this great grey mother. I felt like an orphan found — for all that I knew what we’d done to her kind. And all I could think of was to say, “Sorry”. For everything.

Photograph: Andrew Sutton

Photograph: Andrew Sutton

Source: The Guardian, 10th September 2015. For the full text, see

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