was a V-Class destroyer ordered from Beardmore at Dalmuir, Glasgow and
was laid down on 10 May 1917. She was launched on 16 March 1918 and was
the first major RN warship to carry this name. Build was
completed on 21 June 1918 and on 27 July 1918 Vanessa claimed to have depth charged and sunk U-boat 107,
the only "kill" to be claimed by a V & W in the First World War. By
December 1921 she had been placed in Reserve at Rosyth and remained
there until "the Reserve Fleet was taken out of moth-balls in July 1939" in time for the Royal Review in Weymouth Bay on 9 August 1939.
In September 1939 Vanessa was based at Plymouth with the 17th Destroyer Flotilla for convoy defence. In 1940 she was based at Sheerness as part of the 21st Destroyer Flotilla when she was bombed off Dover on Sunday 18 July, Ken Brown's first day at sea. On 19 June 1941 Vanessa
was escorting an east coast convoy near Cromer when she was
bombed, severly damaged with eleven men killed and was towed into
Yarmouth by HMS Vesper. She was under repair and conversion to Long Range Escort at
Blackwall until April 1942. While she was in dockyard hands HMS Vanessa was adopted by Barry in South Wales after a successful Warship Week.
In July 1942 Vanessa joined the Mid Ocean Escort Group B2 based at Liverpool led by Cdr Donald G.F.W. Macintyre in HMS Hesperus which included HMS Witehall and six modern covettes. On 26 December 1942 HMS Vanessa (Lieut C E Sheen, RNR) rammed U-357 which tried to escape in fading light and was rammed again and sunk by HMS Hesperus. Six survivors were picked up and the destroyers and survivors were photographed on returning to Liverpool on 28 December. Vanessa underwent repairs for structural damage before she rejoined the 2nd Escort Group.
withdrawn from active service in January 1944 and underwent conversion
for duty as an air target ship for training air crews. She entered
service as a target ship in July 1944 and continued until the armistice
with Japan brought World War II to an end on 15 August 1945.
decommissioned and placed in reserve in 1945. She was sold on 4 March
1947 to BISCO for scrapping and arrived at the shipbreaker's yard at
Charlestown, Fife, Scotland, in February 1949.
The ship's Plaque (above left) weighing 30 lbs and cast in bronze is from the collection of Alan Dowling
and the small replica Plaque (right) belongs to the son of Lt John D Kendall RNVR
After refit and conversion to Long Range Escort in April 1942
Sub Lt Peter R. St.C. Abbey RNVR (Sept 1943 - Jan 1945)
Temp Gnr (T) E G Bell RN (25 Feb 1943 – Jan 45)
Lt A H C Booth RN (3 Mar 1942 - Aug 42)
Actg Sub Lt J Collins RN (1 Feb 1943 – Feb 43)
Sub Lt F H Curry RNR (16 Apr 1942 – Feb 43)
Actg Temp Wrnt Eng R S Edwards RN (16 Feb 1942 – Feb 44)
Temp Surg Lt M L H Evans RNVR (15 Apr 1942 – Feb 43)
Temp Sub Lt J Hevey RNVR (7 Mar 1944 – Jan 45)
Temp Lt John D Kendall RNVR (24 Aug 1943 – Jun 44)
Temp Lt J B Leworthy RNVR (Jul 1943 – Feb 44)
Temp Surg Lt R V MacKay RNVR (25 Aug 1943 – Jan 45)
Temp Sub Lt W P MacLeod RNVR (24 Oct 1944 – Jan 45)
Temp Lt R F Merz RNVR (12 Dec 1943 - Jan 45) Lt Roland F Plugge RN(March 1942 - October 1943)
Temp Lt (E) G B Roberts RNR (12 Feb 1944 – Jan 45)
Temp Sub Lt/LT H C Swindall RNVR (22 Mar 1942 – Jan 45)
Lt J E G Todd RN (12 Oct 1943 – Feb 44)
Temp Sub Lt Kenneth M White RNVR (22 Mar 1942 – Feb 43)
Actg Gnr (T) S Wild RN (24 Feb 42 – Feb 43)
Former Full Members of the V & W Destroyer Assoociation G. Allison (Molesley, Surrey), J. Ellis (Rhyl, Clwyd), G. Ludbrook (Sudbury, Suffolk),
W. Newman (Levington, Suffolk), Geoffrey Price, E. Pritchard (Dunfermline, Fife). If you had a family member who served in HMS Vanessa tell his story on this page
Geoffrey Price, a crew member in HMS Vanessa From Hard Lying, the magazine of the V & W Destroyer Association
"It all began in 1938 when architects came off the reserved occupation
list. Now I could fulfil my ambition to go to sea. There were three
members of our staff who were like minded and wished to join the Royal
Navy Volunteer Reserve, but the difficulty was getting to Newhaven to
attend drills and instruction but now we had a fourth who had a car, so
the problem had been overcome and we duly presented ourselves to the
drill hall in Newhaven and signed on. And so with the prospect of war
in the near future we all (Geoffrey Price, architectural assistant, and
clerical officers Cecil Scrivener, Stanley Frost and Archie Allen)
joined the Reserve. We were all good keen sailors and did our best to learn all the things
necessary to make us fit to go to sea with the Fleet. In July 1939, when the reserve fleet was
taken out of moth-balls for the review by the King we all received our
calling up papers for our annual fortnights sea training. What a
fortnight that turned out to be.
The Sussex division was Portsmouth based and to the famous HMS Victory.
A large contingent from the division mustered, duly equipped with
hammocks, additional items of uniform, given a five pound note and
allocated to a mess for the night with instructions to muster in the
morning for transport to various ports throughout the country to join
the ships to which we had been appointed.
I was to go to Rosyth to join the old V&W class destroyer Vanessa, Scrivener to Verity, Frost to join Wren while Allen went to a tug HMT St Fagan.
After our first night in hammocks we went our separate ways, I to board
a train at Portsmouth docks, the next stop Rosyth.
As this story is mine it would be as well now to relate the ways of my
office companions. It is a sad story. Stan Frost and Archie Allen were
both killed in action in 1940. Allen died during the Dunkirk evacuation
when his tug received a direct hit from a bomb and shortly after this
Frost, was killed whenWren was
bombed and sunk off Aldeburgh. Cecil Scrivener became an Asdic
operator in destroyers and frigates in the battle of the Atlantic and
was awarded the D.S.M.
On arriving alongside the quay at Rosyth I
found three or four dirty old destroyers were berthed. One was
HMS Vanessa, her complement
had about fifteen seamen from the R.N.V.R. Sussex division, most of us
ordinary seamen or A.B's (Able Bodied) and not very knowledgeable about
the routine of running a ship. This we soon learned. We also found that
the mess decks were going to take some while to get used to. The
seaman's mess was on a level with the upper deck and crowded. Each
individual mess, which had one of the four corners of the area, was
comprised of one leading seaman and 18 seamen, these were in turn
divided into four parts of watches. Each day, in rotation one part of
the watch became cook of the mess and was responsible for cleaning the
mess deck and preparing the food which was cooked by the galley cooks.
Each individual mess was responsible for its own catering for which
some provisions were provided. The rest had to be bought from the
N.A.A.F.I and accounted for by the leading hand, for this there was an
allowance of one shilling and three pence a day per man. The food was
good and eatable and, when we got used to it, conditions were
An O.D. was paid thirty shillings a week, plus one and three pence kit
allowance. (We were fully kitted up in the first place and from then on
we had to maintain a full kit on this allowance. Also in those ships we
received a shilling a day "Hard Lying" money. Incidentally when I
was a full Lieutenant and in command of a minesweeper I received the
princely sum of thirty shillings per day with an additional two
shillings hard lying and an additional two shilling command
"Painting Ship" can be dangerous!
Having been allocated our watches and messes we duly boarded the ship
and were given tea with bread and jam, then we changed into overalls
and were at once put to work painting ship. Here started the first of
many incidents which were to enliven what could have been a rather dull
routine. Another rating and I were put to work painting the ships
side. The deck level to the water was about ten feet. I had
noticed on the train that one very young Volunteer Reserve, by the name
of Bishop, was very frightened indeed at the thought of the whole
business of preparing for war. He had been given the job of painting
the stanchions and to do the outside meant standing outside the guard
rail. He had an Epileptic fit and fell into the water alongside my
companion and me as we were busy on a stage at water level, we
realised what was up and went in after him. Anyone who has had to
cope with a person having an epileptic fit will know how hard it is to
restrain him, fortunately we had the stage to hold on to and the boat
attending the painters was close at hand. Bishop was duly revived and
put on lighter duties until he could be fully examined and assessed. We
dried off and changed into dry clothes and took our wet ones into the
boiler room to dry. Then it was back to the stage and the paint pot
after a short break when a much needed rum ration was served up. This
was the first tot of my naval career. But all was not over. During the
afternoon Bishop repeated the performance exactly as before,
except that he fell from the forecastle which was much higher than the
after part of the ship. We duly pulled him out and again were soaked to
the boots. This time when we had dried out we were summoned to the
First Lieutenant's cabin and after a short talk during which he wanted
to find out our occupations etc; he rewarded us with a large scotch.
This I think, helped me to get ahead and gave me a more interesting job
aboard than sweeping the deck, polishing the stern light and the
handrails to "Y" gun. Later on I was put to doing some chart correcting
and assisting the navigating officer.
There was plenty of work to do to get these ships into full working
condition and much training of the raw crews. We were at it from dawn
to dusk After the final trials of the ships the small flotilla
sailed from Rosyth through the North Sea and the Channel to Weymouth
Bay. There were many seasick sailors when we first set out, but after a
few days things settled down and a quite efficient crew seemed to
I give a fuller description of these ships and our crew further on in
this account, but I did hear one Admiral say that he considered that
the seamen in Nelson's ships had better living conditions.
The Royal Review of the Reserve Fleet in August 1939
July moved into August with the review by the King in Weymouth Bay, then came some
really intense and concentrated training with gunnery practice, depth
charge and anti submarine work, torpedo firing, boat work and flotilla
manoeuvring etc; The ship’s company had settled down to a pretty fair
body of men and one had to admire the chiefs and petty officers whose
job it was to knock us into shape. Our duties rotated in order to give
us the feel of the many tasks. I had turns as crew of the motor boat,
an ancient relic powered by a petrol/paraffin engine and all
other parts of the ship. My daily task was as quarter deck man which
entailed washing down the deck at the crack of dawn and keeping it
clean during the day unless some other excitement intervened. I
concentrated on the stern light and "Y" gun. They were always bright
and gleaming. We did have plenty of time ashore and were able to see
the lights of Weymouth and the Salvation Army hostel and to take walks
to the hillside and through the town.
August moved into September and by the third of September when war was declared we were at
anchor in the Clyde. On this day I learned one of
the rules of survival. The Bosun came into the mess deck at about noon
and asked if anyone could ride a bicycle, he got two offers, I and
another V.R. found ourselves up the funnel painting out the flotilla
markings. After this I was instructed to use the paint and paint the
stern light grey and also the hand rails up to "Y" gun. War had really
come to us.
The first alarm came that very day. The Athena
was torpedoed somewhere off the Irish coast and we joined in the search
for possible U-boats. The ship was soon back in the Clyde and a day or
two later we went out to join the escort of a large troop
From then on the work was all convoy escort. Based in Devonport or
Milford Haven we took convoys out into the Atlantic and then met the
homeward bound ships, escorting them to the Channel ports, sometimes as
far as Dover. It was on one of the Channel runs that an amusing
incident occurred which made me realise how well the officers knew the
Francis Drake - "never mind, eh"
One of our Sussex seamen was a young carpenter called Drake. In a very
patriotic moment his parents had christened him Francis. He was a quiet
lad, not the brightest of the bright, and when things were not going
too well he would comment "never mind eh". It became the "in"
expression in the mess if things were not going well to say "never mind
eh". I was on watch as a bridge lookout as we moved up the Channel in
thick fog and were passing Beachy Head. I knew this as I had done some
sailing in this part of the Channel having lived in Hastings. I knew
that Beachy Head sounded a bell in foggy weather and we could also hear
the Royal Sovereign light ship which had a distinctive, grunting fog
horn. The Captain was on the bridge and turned and asked the navigator
our position. He told the Captain that the fog horn was Beachy Head,
whereupon I had the nerve to butt in and correct the navigator,
explaining my local knowledge. The navigator checked the chart and then
confirmed that I was correct; the Captain commented "Well, as Drake
would say, Never mind eh".
During this period of the "phoney war" we had one trip with a troop ship to
Quiberon Bay on the Atlantic coast of France. The ship was anchored off
a small fishing harbour and as we had been at sea for quite a while we
had run out of fresh meat. There was no refrigeration in those old
ships. I was in the duty watch and a party was to go ashore and buy
some meat. To ensure that I was in the shore party I told the duty
officer that I spoke French fluently. We went ashore with the liberty
men in the whaler towed by the motor boat and, with the help of my
fluent French bought four and a half carcasses of beef which had to be
carried on our backs to the landing stage, a distance of about two
miles. After a wait of about two hours in the local tavern the boats
came for us and picked up the liberty men. A fairly strong off shore
wind had risen and on the return journey to the ship the motor boat
broke down. The whaler then took the motor boat in tow and we all
manned the oars and eventually returned to the ship. After the boats
were unloaded the whaler had to be taken to the port side of the ship
and to do this it was drifted round on its painter but someone forgot
to keep a firm hold of this painter, which saw myself and O.D Buxton
drifting fast out to sea. We tried hard to pull the boat back to
the ship but two oars do not make headway in a heavy boat and the ship
had to "up anchor" and come and get us before we got to America. Two
very cold and wet seamen were very happy to get "home".
Christmas 1939 saw us in Dover at anchor. I went ashore to a dead town, no
pubs open and nowhere to go. However Buxton and I were outside an army
drill hall where there was a party starting when the officer in charge
turned up to join in the Christmas dinner. He was a good friend of mine
from my hockey playing days in Folkestone and we were invited inside
and well dined and wined. We returned to our ship with a large bag of
left overs for our mess shipmates.
Winter clothing for Atlantic Convoys
The winter of 1939/40 was to be one of the coldest and stormiest for
many years and convoy work in the North Atlantic was pretty grim. Very
rough, very wet and cold is all that I can say about it. At that time
in the war the earnest ladies had not yet sharpened their knitting
needles and the ship was desperately short of warm clothing. I happened
to mention this to my brother Peter who was serving as an instructor
(sergeant pilot) with the air force. He told his wife who in turn told
a rich aunt and shortly after this I received 50 parcels in the post.
Each one contained one Wolseley woollen vest and a pair of
matching long johns. I had friends for life. These were sold on a
ballot for five pounds a set and the money went into the ship’s
fund which bought such things as football boots and hockey
We did get some games in when in port, especially when in Milford Haven
and I was in both the football and hockey teams.
Our new CO, Lt Cdr E. A. "Full Ahead Both" Stocker RN
Around about Christmas, we had a change of commanding officer. Lt Cdr. Plumer who had
commissioned the ship left and Lt Cdr. (full ahead both)
Stocker took over as CO and the
first Lieutenant also transferred: Lt Michael Pollock replaced Lt Carey RNR as "No 1", 1st Lieutenant. Both
officers were popular with the crew and knew their
jobs. Both our commanding officers were on the reserve prior to the war.
Lt Pollock was a regular officer and gunnery officer. I met him again
in 1942 in Port Said when he was gunnery officer of the Arethusa.
I have had intermittent correspondence with him during the past years.
He named his daughter Vanessa and finished his service as Admiral of
the Fleet Sir Michael Pollock.
Battle with U-Boat in a "howling gale"
Just after Christmas, I'm not sure of the date, Vanessa
had a desperate battle in a howling gale on a very dark night when on
escort duty. This is the story of that attack on a U-boat in a winter
gale in the North Atlantic January 1940. We were escorting a West bound
convoy. We were well out from the coast North of Ireland, the wind was
at gale force with the sea running very high. Although still an OD,
which is the very lowest of the low I had been put into the torpedo
party and my watch station was on the bridge where the duties generally
were to renew lamp bulbs and, when they blew replace the fuses. In
action I handed over to the Chief Torpedo Officer and in the event of
depth charging I worked with the party aft or at the throwers. In gun
actions I was part of the supply line to "X" gun at the aft end of the
ship where, being tall, I stood on a table in the ward room with my
head and shoulders just above the deck and passed the ammunition up to
the loaders for the gun.
The action started with an old merchant ship astern of the convoy being
torpedoed and sunk and we were able to pick up an echo which turned out
to be a U-boat. We went to depth charge stations but before I was
relieved on the bridge we had dropped a pattern which involved
increasing to full speed, dropping one charge astern, then the
two throwers and followed by a further charge astern before turning and
sweeping again to pick up the echo. We dropped a lot of charges, after
the first pattern I was relieved from the bridge and went aft where a
slight amount of pandemonium reigned.
Reloading the throwers and the stern charges is quite a performance
even when the sea is calm, but with the ship rolling at 30 or 40
degrees and the sea coming aboard waist high it is anything but
easy. A depth charge weighs about two hundredweight and has to be
hoisted up from the magazine, fitted with a primer, then have the
pistol placed and at the last moment the pistol pushed up to the primer
and fixed and be ready for dropping or firing from the throwers, all in
about five minutes and the throwers have to be armed. Hard work. With
the charges to be dropped aft there was not time to fix them in
the chutes and then carefully position the pistols just before
dropping. We armed them fully as they came out of the magazine, rolled
them across the moving deck, held them in position with two rope ends,
kicking them over when we got the word, all very unsafe with the
fulminate of mercury pistol already in contact with the primer.
However the charges all went off as required and we dropped about six
patterns of four charges each then, much to everyone's surprise, the
U-boat came to the surface quite close to the ship and "A" and "X" gun
opened fire. I do not think we hit the U-boat as the ship was dancing
about like a jack rabbit. Anyway, she went down again and after a few
more depth charges to help her on her way we continued on after the
convoy. All very exciting, but we were very wet. The ship was given a
possible, but later in the war it was found that although badly damaged
the U-boat got back to Germany and went into service again."
Lt Geoffrey R. Price, RNVR
Geoffrey Price was commissioned in the RNVR and served on minesweepers.
A quick search on the web located this humorous letter from a Lt. G.R.
Price RNVR and two fellow officers -
Ist May 1943 To the Mess President of 244 Wing
It has been observed by various
individuals of unimpeachable character that Spitfires are making use of
valuable dan buoys as targets.
These dans which mark a way through
a minefield have been laid at enormous expense and with great skill and
daring in order to safeguard the shipping bringing you your bully,
pickles, biscuits and booze. Should the unlikeky event occur of one of
these buoys being sunk or damaged by one of your planes no more booze
will be forthcoming. Calamity!!!
For a fee we could lay a very large-sized beacon for you to practice on and perhaps hit.
Should this pernicious habit of buoy straffing not cease, no further pennies will be contributed to buy you new Spitfires. Geoffrey R. Price, Lt RNVR
Robin Bell, Lt RNVR
C.W. Pierce, Lt RNVR
If you know more about the subsequent service of Geoffrey Price in the RNVR and his later life pleaseget in touch.
The sinking of U-357 With Lt Charles E. Sheen RNR in Command
On 26 December 1942 HMS Vanessa (Lt C E Sheen, RNR) rammed U-357 which tried to escape in fading light and was rammed again and sunk by HMS Hesperus. Six survivors were picked up and the destroyers and survivors were photographed on returning to Liverpool on 28 December. Vanessa underwent repairs for structural damage before she rejoined the 2nd Escort Group.
Lt Charles E Sheen, RNR, CO of HMS Vanessa from 31 Mar 1942 – 21 Feb 1944, was awarded the DSC Crown Copyright (IWM A210559)
Admiral Sir Max Horton, KCB, DSO, Commander in Chief, Western
Approaches, was photographed congratulating the officers and crew of
the HMS Hesperus and HMS Vanessa after they berthed in Gladstone Dock, Liverpool. You can see the photographs and read a more detailed description of the sinking of U-357 and the rescue of survivors see Ken Brown's first hand description received after his death from his son.
Aberdeen Journal 3rd February 1943
U-Boat Cut In Two A
convoy which arrived in Britain in the early days of January, was saved
from attack by the prompt action of two of the escorting destroyers,
which rammed and sank the only Uboat sighted during the voyage, says
The U-boats periscope was sighted
by H.M.S Vanessa (Lt C.E. Sheen RN) senior officer of the escort. Cmdr
D.G.F.W MacIntyre, DSO RN in H.M.S Hesperus, joined H.M.S Vanessa, and
the U-boat was forced to the surface by a series of heavy depth charge
On surfacing the emeny was engaged at almost point blank range, and then rammed by H.M.S Vanessa.
By this time darkness was falling and the Uboat, although damaged,
attempted to escape on the surface. After a breif chase it was
overhauled by H.M.S Hesperus
and rammed amidships. The U-boat broke in two and sank. Survivors were
picked up and are now prisoners of war. The convoy was not again
molested and arrived in this country without loss or damage. On the
morning after the attack H.M.S Hesperus
steaamed through the lines of the convoy flying the signal “U-boat
destroyed” Merchant seaman seeing the destroyers bows damaged and
the German prisoner's on her deck, lined the rails of their ships to
cheer, while every merchant ship sounded their siren and signalled