Cautionary Tales with Tim Harford - DANGER: Rocks Ahead! (Classic)

Episode Date: January 5, 2024

Torrey Canyon was one of the biggest and best ships in the world - but its captain and crew still needlessly steered it towards a deadly reef known as the Seven Stones. This course seemed like madness, but the type of thinking that resulted in this risky maneuver is something we're all prone to... We have a treasure chest of Cautionary Tales to bring you in 2024, but first we need to take a short rest. This week we're taking you all the way back to the start, with a classic episode from our Cautionary Tales vault.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In 2019, the year that cautionary tales developed from an unsettling thought to a fully fledged new show, I was on the lookout for disasters. And there are a few catastrophes more compelling than the wreck of Tori Canyon. It's partly the shattering environmental impact of the era. It's partly the tragic figure of Captain Pastrango Rujiyati. But above all, what compels me about this story is all the things Tori Canyon represents, as it plows towards an obvious disaster, and yet for some mystifying reason, it doesn't seem to be able to change course.

We've all set a course for disaster at some stage in our lives, and we've all struggled to admit it until it's too late. We have a treasure chest full of cautionary tales to bring you in 2024, but we also need to take a short rest. So the next two episodes will be classics from our cautionary tales vault. I hope you enjoy them, starting with a very first episode of cautionary tales that was ever released. Danger.

Rocks ahead. We pray the Lord not that Rex should happen, but that if any Rex do happen, thou wilt guide them to the silly Isles for the benefit of the poor inhabitants. That's an old prayer from the Isles of Silly. The Isles are just off the coast of Cornwall, the southwest tip of Great Britain. And that prayer has been answered many times. The rocks around the islands have a fearsome reputation, and it's well-earned. One autumn night in 1707, the Royal Navy

lost its way in a storm. The flagship, HMS Association struck a rock and went down in minutes. 800 men drowned. Behind it, HMS St. George hit the rocks and became stuck. So did HMS Phoenix, so did HMS Firebrand. HMS Romney lost her entire crew. HMS Eagle was shattered on the cruel stone, hundreds more sailors died. That dreadful night was one of the worst disasters in the history of the

British Navy. Local legend has it that there was one notable survivor, that the commander in chief of the British fleets, Sir Cloudsley Shuffle, was washed up on the beaches of the Isles of Silly, but was strangled by a local woman who fancied wearing his emerald ring herself. If she had been praying the old prayer, God, or the devil, had been listening. It is a dark tale, but the story I shall tell you today is a far stranger one. It was sometime after dawn on Saturday, March the 18th, 1967. Marta Christie was a Langoustier, a French lobster boat, fishing for crayfish and crab

between the mainland and the Isles of Silly, 21 miles further west. Omdec was Captain Guy Follich. Another Langoustier was nearby, both of them enjoying rich pickings a few hundred yards north of the Seven Stones. The Seven Stones make up a vicious reef about one-third of the way between the Isles of Silly and the mainland. At low tide, the unyielding rocks are visible, but even at high tide they're marked by a lighthouse vessel, warning ships to stay away.

their marked by a lighthouse vessel, warning ships to stay away. Guy Follich looked up from his lobster lines to see an unexpected sight, a vast black hull coming over the horizon from an unusual direction. He was surprised. A major vessel in that position would usually have passed outside of the Isles of Silly, rather than squeezing between them and the mainland. True, a big ship could come between the Isles of Silly and the mainland, passing on either side of the Seven Stones, but it would be a little on the tight side. And this ship, a super tanker, was very big indeed. In fact, it was the 13th biggest ship in the world.

On the lighthouse vessel, the two semen on watch saw the tanker approaching too. Have you seen this, have you? Look at that big buster coming up. Guy Follich could see the huge ship coming straight towards him as he fished. Ankraya. But he wasn't worried. In between him and the oncoming juggernaut were the seven stones.

He later said, I was sure that before ever hitting us, he would go onto the rocks. He yelled to his men, whoa, arrêtez, stop work. You're going to see something extraordinary. All seven of them lined up on the rail of Marta Christie to watch the oil tanker bear closer and closer. Four miles. Three miles. Follich was sure it was doomed. It just wasn't possible to turn a super tanker that quickly, was it? Actually, Follich wasn't quite right. The tanker, whose name was Tori Canyon, did still have room to turn.

This wasn't a storm-tossed fleet of sailing ships fumbling through the darkness. The weather was good. The visibility was good. Tori Canyon was a superb ship in fine working order and armed with radar. The seven stones were clearly marked on every chart, as well as being identified by the position of the lighthouse vessel. But Tori Canyon still wasn't turning. Gather close and listen to my cautionary tale. Nobody knew it at the time, but the trouble all started with a radio message from

Milford Haven, the harbour towards which Tori Canyon was sailing. Milford Haven is a major UK port, and the thing you need to know about ports in the UK is that the difference between high tide and low tide can be enormous. What's more, there are high tides and high tides, some are higher than others. The message from Milford Haven was simple enough. Tori Canyon needed to hurry. If the ship didn't arrive by 11pm on Saturday evening, March 18, 1967, it would miss the extra-high tide, and wouldn't be able to slip into the harbor

and dock. It would then have to wait another six days before the tide would once more be high enough. Missing the 11pm deadline would mean a very expensive delay. That news put Captain Pastrango Rijati under pressure. He had no more than one or two hours margin, not a lot. But Rijati had cope with worse. It had been a navigator on an Italian submarine during the war, had survived a German prison camp, and had been commanding oil tankers for 20 years. Captain Rijati was, in many ways, a genial fellow, chatty and hospitable

he liked to eat good food, but insisted he shouldn't be served anything that wasn't available to his crew. As a result, the men on Tori Canyon ate very well. But Rijati was also a details man who kept a close eye on his officers. Rijati was extremely conscientious. He was a man who wanted to know absolutely everything. Perhaps because of that, Rijati stayed up late on the Friday night before landfall, preparing the paperwork for when they docked. Perhaps because of that, Rujarti stayed up late on the Friday night before landfall, preparing the paperwork for when they docked.

It was only at half past three in the morning that he went to bed, leaving instructions that he was to be awakened first thing when the Isles of Silly were sighted. It was half past six in the morning when the Isles of Silly appeared on the radar about 35 miles away. First officer Silvano Bonfilo was on duty, and the position of the ship, relative to the Isles of Silly, was an unpleasant surprise.

Tori Canyon, plowing through the night across the ocean, had been pushed off its intended course by the current and the winds. It was now headed between the islands and the mainland. Bonfilo immediately changed course, steering away from the channel, figuring that Captain Rijati had intended to pass outside of the islands. But he hedged his bets. Rather than heading out to sea, or closer to the mainland, he was bearing straight towards the Isles of Silly. He then woke up, Captain Rijati. Rijati was angry.

Was it because Bonfilo had changed course without checking? Was it because the new course was neither one thing nor another? Or was he just sleep deprived? Will our original having of 18 degrees be free of the Silly's? Yes. They continue on course 18 degrees. And tend to pass to the starboard of the shell is. Yes. Then continue on course 18 degrees. And tend to pass to the starboard of the shell. When Filio was so surprised, he had to check that it understood the order, which irritated

Regiati still further. Still, a manoeuvre shouldn't be too perilous. It was perfectly possible to get even a large ship through. The standard manual for navigating the waters around the coast of the British Isles is called the Channel Pilot. If Captain Rijati had consulted a copy, here's what it would have said. The actual width of the channel between the nearest to the Silly Islands and Lanzend is 21 miles,

but as the route taken by all large vessels should be eastward of seven stones light vessel, the navigable channel can only be considered as 12 miles wide. The lights render the passage perfectly simple at night, as well as by day in ordinarily clear weather, but as there is no part of the coast of England more subject to sudden changes of weather, the greatest vigilance is necessary, and a vessel's position even in the clearest weather should be checked by crossbearing at short intervals. But Captain Rijati alas did not have a copy of the channel pilot on board, and so he missed two important pieces of wisdom.

First, if you want to go between the Isles of Silly and the mainland, be careful. Second, pass between the mainland and the Seven Stones. There is an alternative route between the Seven Stones and the Isles of Silly themselves, but the Channel Pilot doesn't mention it because it's narrower, six and a half miles wide rather than twelve. Why take the narrower channel when you could take the broader one? Of course, you could still fit an oil tanker through the narrower gap, even an oil tanker that's nearly as big as the Chrysler building, but you'd be cutting it close. You'd be better, and nothing went wrong.

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That's true for an oil tanker, the size of Tori Canyon, which needed nearly five minutes to make a 90 degree turn, during which time it would travel a mile and a half at cruising speed. But inertia is a powerful thing for humans too. We also sometimes struggle to change course. Psychologists have identified a strong bias towards the status quo. For example, whether we sign up for a workplace pension plan or not seems to depend on whatever the status quote is. If the default option is to sign up, we sign up. If the default is to stay out, we stay out.

As I say, inertia is powerful. Psychologists who study accidents have a name for a particular form of inertia. They call it Plan Continuation Bias. It's best known in aviation. Pilots form a plan and then are reluctant to change it, even if the circumstances suggest they should. The pilots themselves have another name for it. Get Their Itas. The classic form of Get Their Itas is an approach to an airfield with a storm coming in. If you land well before the storm arrives, no problem. If the storm arrives before you land, that's not a crisis either.

It's a hassle. You have to divert to another airfield with all the delay, expense and annoyance that implies. But you do it because you don't want to fly into a dangerous storm. The risk comes when the storm is closing in, but there's still a window of opportunity to land. The landing strip is so close, just minutes away. Tunnel vision sets in, people start to hurry, margins for error are stripped away.

Usually, there's no harm done. The pilot lands just as the storm rips across, and congratulates himself or herself for keeping cool and sharing skill under pressure. But sometimes, the consequences are more serious. One study of Get Their Itus looked at 20 occasions when thunderstorms had closed in at Hartzfield Jackson at Lanters Major International Airport. Again and again pilots decided to chance a risky landing, risky in the sense that the Federal Aviation Administration's official guidelines would have advised against it. One plane after another would land under ever

more perilous conditions, until eventually one flight crew would resist the inertia and decide to divert elsewhere. At that point, every subsequent plane would also decide to divert. The madness only ended when someone set an example and changed the plan. I'm no airline pilot, but I sometimes suffer from get their iters in my own life. Perhaps you do too. For me, it tends to emerge when dealing with family logistics. I've got three children, that two different schools, and they all have their hobbies and sports and all the usual things. I'm sure many parents will be familiar with

the plate spinning that this sometimes involves, but then something goes wrong. The cars in the shop to be repaired. No problem, we can bike instead. Then someone needs to be at home to meet the plumber. We make contingency plans and they seem like they'll be fine, but they're the fresh air in the pier appears or a babysitter calls to cancel. As complications mount, the plan starts to resemble an increasingly precarious assembly of stages and steps, lift swaps and rendezvous, it's a rubed goldberg fever dream of an itinerary. And then, if I'm lucky, either I or my wife will find enough headspace to say,

this is crazy! Someone's going to have to skip dance class tonight. We'll call a plumber to see if tomorrow's okay instead will replace the entire time and motion nightmare with something radically simpler. But that's hard to do because of the inertia, because of the plan continuation by us, and the more the pressure mounts, the harder it is to see clearly just how precarious everything has become. I become so fixated on executing the plan that I don't have a moment to realize that it's now a stupid plan. Captain Rujati was under pressure to reach the harbor at Milford Haven in time and had been

woken with the unwelcome news that the ship was off course too far towards the mainland. If he had stopped to think, or to talk to his officers, he would have realised that he still had time to turn and go the long way round outside the Isles of Silly. He only had an hour or two to spare, but a brief calculation would have revealed that the detour would have cost just 29 minutes. Yet he didn't pause to reflect. He snapped at Bonfilo and ordered him to stick to the course that would now cut inside the Isles of Silly.

Norded he reflect that since his ship had already been deflected by the current and the wind, those forces might well continue to work upon the ship, moving it out of its intended position. Under time pressure, he began to suffer, get their itus. His plan was risky and his plan was not about to change. At 8.18am a junior officer calculated their position. This being the days before GPS, he did it with the ship's charts, a compass bearing, and a radar reading, old school. But the inexperienced officer was anxious.

He wasn't convinced he'd got the ship's position exactly right, but he didn't speak up. After all, there'd be another chance to take a fix in 10 minutes or so. Captain Rujati wasn't speaking up either. As the ship steamed north at 16 knots nearly 20 miles an hour, he'd already decided which course he would take. But he hadn't told his crew, which meant that they hadn't had a chance to comment, and they didn't feel entitled to ask.

Captain Rujati had actually decided to pass through the narrow channel, which involved bending the ship's course in a long, slow curve to the left. Why? Perhaps because it was the most direct route. But mostly because… why not? To me it was the same. But should he not have taken just a few more minutes to avoid the narrow route? That was never in my mind.

Never. That's a revealing turn of phrase. Never in my mind. Pastranger Rijati didn't even consider the possibility of going through the wider channel. And while that might seem strange to you or me, it's a natural feature of plan continuation by us. As the tunnel vision develops, we don't even think about alternatives to our initial plan, we don't have the bandwidth, we continue

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in, just subscribe to everything everywhere daily wherever you cast your pod. In 2005, a young boy was rushed into a hospital emergency room. He suffered from asthma and he was in distress. He was finding it harder to breathe and harder and harder and then his breathing stopped. The medical team quickly strapped an oxygen mask onto the boy. That should have helped, but instead his heart stopped beating too. There were eight trained medical professionals in the room taking it in turns to perform CPR on the boy. Still no pulse, still no breathing.

The minutes ticked by. A doctor slid a breathing tube down the boy's throat. No, thanks happening, is the tube in position? The tube's fine, I checked. Is there any pulse? Still nothing. Let's take the breathing tube out and try the air back again. It's not helping.

No, it wasn't helping. And the reason it wasn't helping was because the breathing apparatus was broken. It would have taken a few seconds to check if any of the five nurses or three doctors had thought to check. But they didn't think. Not until the boy had been deprived of oxygen for ten minutes. Thankfully, this wasn't a tragedy. It was a training exercise. Instead of a real boy, it was a medical dummy that was lying on the bed, failing to produce a simulated pulse or simulated respiration, because the medical team didn't step back and think. This training scenario was conducted 19 times, and videos of the exercise were studied by Marliss Christensen,

a professor of organizational behaviour, and previously a doctor. Professor Christensen found that some medical teams took just seconds to identify the problem with the breathing equipment. This isn't working, it's broken. That's impressive. But perhaps more impressive, with the teams who started with the wrong theory about the problem, but didn't get stuck on that idea, they didn't fixate on one possibility or keep repeating

the same approach over and over again. They would talk through what they were thinking and challenge themselves and each other. They could change course. But not every team did that. Many teams would hammer away at the same plan regardless of the signs that it wasn't going to work. They didn't step back and think. They didn't talk things through.

They just kept going. Could Captain Rijati avoid the same fate? fate. Captain Rujati is now trying to curve his ship through the narrower channel. He doesn't even have the full six and a half miles to aim at, because he's approaching at an angle. He's left himself precious little margin for error. As it is, Tori Canyon is heading straight for the submerged rocks. At half past eight, as the slow, slow turn begins, two fishing boats appear on the radar. The two French-langustiers that are watching the oncoming super tanker were the astonishment. Régisciati had planned to keep turning, but now he has to ensure he doesn't hit the boats.

Suddenly floats come into view. There are a sign of fishing nets beneath the surface. Tori Canyon can't possibly avoid them all and slices through one set of nets. Captain Rujati pauses his turn in order not to shred the rest. He's now heading very close to where he thinks the stones are, but he still hopes to be able to resume his turn after passing the nets. But meanwhile, all the while, the current has been gently, insistently pushing Tori Canyon closer and closer to the seven stones. At this point, Rijati seems to have woken up to the danger. He has precious little room from a newver.

Rather than curving out of danger, he's heading directly towards the seven stones. He was later asked whether he would have been heading that way if not for the fishing boats and their nets. No, only a madman would have followed in northern course. Rijati now knows his heading is dangerous. His plan to go through the narrow channel is being frustrated, but as the pressure rises, he can't step back and form a better plan.

Why doesn't he slow down? Why doesn't he abandon his plan to turn left into the channel and instead turn sharply right into deep water? That was never in my mind. Never. When get their itis takes hold, there are a lot of things that should be in our minds, but aren't. At 8.38am, Captain Rijati takes a look at the charts.

His junior officer has just taken another bearing. Regiati is an old hand. He can see at once that it can't be right. The cross is marking the ship's position should be at regular intervals, but they're not. One of the bearings is wrong. He doesn't know which. Maybe they're both wrong. Captain Regiati doesn't know where he is. The junior officer takes another bearing with the captain's help. The new fix shows that the ship is closer to the seven stones than they'd realized, less than three miles. Remember, Tori Canyon takes a mile and a half to make a 90 degree turn. On his trawler, watching with horror, Guy Follich has already concluded that it's all over. Tori Canyon can't possibly avoid the rocks.

But he's wrong. There is still time. There's still time to turn into deep water. There's even still time to turn into the channel, which is what Pastrangle Rijati has been trying to do for the last four miles, and so even though it doesn't really make sense anymore, that's what he continues to try to do. Hensman, come to the wheel. Yes Captain?

Hard to part. Go to 350. Yes Captain? No, take her to 340. Take her to 320. Rijati is ordering an ever ever tighter turn into the channel. Captain! Captain, the ship's not turning!

Even now, there's still time. She's not turning, Captain! Rujiyati needs to think, why isn't the ship turning? Perhaps the fuel pumps controlling the rudder have broken. Rujiyati's seen that happened before. He tries to dial the engine room, but instead, he makes the kind of mistake you make when you've had three hours sleep, and you only have seconds to solve a problem. He calls the officers dining room. Ah, Captain, are you ready for breakfast? Borko-Dio! God is a pig.

That's some serious blasphemy from a good Italian Catholic. It's the blasphemy of a man who knows time has just run out. There's a photograph of Pastrango Rujyati I can't get out of my head. He's scrunched up in a confined space. His knees tucked into his chest as if to protect himself. His eyes rolled sharply to one side. His face ghoulishly lit from below. He's wearing a hospital gown, and he's hiding under a hospital bed. That's where he was when the paparazzi found him.

He looks terrified. He's broken. His ship was gone, impaling itself onto the seven stones at full speed, with a noise. One crewman said, like a slab of lead being ripped by spikes. Watching from his trawler, Guy Follich turned to his men. That's the end of her. She'll never get off. He was right. The crew escaped safely, but during an attempt to reflote the ship,

there was a huge explosion. One of the salvage team was killed. By then, Tori Canyon's back was already broken, and her underbelly sliced open by the teeth of the reef. She was bleeding 119,000 tons of crude oil into coastal waters. It was an environmental catastrophe. The oil spill was unprecedented. Even today, there are places where you can still see the dark stain on the coast. Tori Canyon was, at the time, the largest shipwreck in history, and the largest maritime insurance claim.

Regiati took responsibility. He was the captain, and he was, he said, in charge of the best ship in their world. For a ship's captain, his ship is all. And I have lost mine. I'm terrified by the dimensions which the accident has assumed. The inquiry was conducted in private. Journalists weren't allowed in, but the manager of the hotel where the proceedings were being held told one of them that had seen Captain Wajyati. I had a glimpse of this man. I had the impression of a man finished. He very seldom have so strong an impression from so short of seeing a man. I must answer for everything, for everyone.

I must carry the cross alone. I wish I could tell the people of Cornwall how sorry I am. And he really was sorry. It was very bad. The disaster broke, Rijati. He spent months in hospital, recovering from the strain and the anxiety and the heartbreak, which is where the eager photographers found him. A transcript of the inquiry was leaked to the journalist Richard Petro. The tanker owners were keen to downplay any fault on their part,

including the fact that the steering had broken in the past, confusing Captain Rujati when the ship had failed to turn. But why had the ship failed to turn in those last moments? It was a small thing. After Rujati had accidentally called the officer's dining room and slammed down the receiver, he looked across the bridge. From his position by the telephone, he could see that someone had inadvertently knocked the steering control lever. The ship's steering had simply been disconnected.

All Rujyati needed to do was switch the lever back and drag Tori Canyon over to port. But he'd lost time. With 30 seconds more to manoeuvre I could have avoided the rocks. Rijati had made a plan, and as one small problem after another made the plan riski-a-and-risk-a-he hadn't been able to adjust. Many little things added up to one big disaster. That's true. The deadline, the currents, the fishing boats, the error from his junior officer, the steering control.

It's bad luck. Thirty seconds before the sheep, she was saved. But the missing thirty seconds aren't what interests me. What interests me are the two hours that Rujiyati had to save his Tori Canyon, the best ship in the world. He had two hours to re-root outside the Isles of Silly. Two hours to slow the ship down. Two hours to ask for advice or to turn towards the wider channel.

But he didn't do any of those things. After the exploitative photograph was released, there was a surge of sympathy for Rujyati. From around the world, people wrote letters of consolation. One that caught my eye was from a 13-year-old boy from County Cork in Ireland. I see beautiful tankers, but I'm sure I've never seen one as beautiful as yours. I thought and prayed for you. I am sure you will sail the seas again.

Pastrango Rijati never did. His mistake was just too grave, but at the same time it was also all too human. After all, it's our nature to be slow to change course. You've been listening to cautionary tales. If you'd like to find out more about the ideas in this episode, including links to our sources, the show notes are on my website, timhalford.com. Corsion Retails is written and presented by me, Tim Halford. Our producers are Ryan Dilly and Marilyn Rust. The sound designer and mixer was Pascal Weiss who also composed the amazing music.

This season's stars Alan Cumming, Archie Panjabi, Toby Stevens and Russell Tovey, with Enso Chalente, Ed Gochen, Melanie Guthridge, Mercyham and Ro, Rufus Wright, and introducing Malcolm Gladwell. Thanks to the team at Pushkin Industries, Julia Barton, Heather Fame, Neil Label, Carly Milyori, Jacob Weisberg, and of course, the mighty Malcolm Gladwell. And thanks to my colleagues at the Financial times. If you ever wondered why we call French fries French fries or why something is the greatest thing since sliced bread, there are answers to those questions. Everything everywhere daily is a podcast for curious people who want to learn more about the world around them.

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