All Hail to The Dutch Water Engineers

The Netherlands really dodged a bullet climatewise this past week. An unlucky confluence of tides, wind and low pressure was predicted to produce a storm surge comparable to the Great Storm of 1953. Luckily it wasn’t that bad and the defences held.

Although parts of East Anglia’s coast were inundated by the storm surge and wave of up to 20 ft high battered the Dutch sea defences, the worst didn’t happen. Phew. The surfers had a great time and none of Northern Europe’s major mercantile cities and ports were badly affected, though of course it did disrupt shipping and transport.

Beachuts at Southwold

The largest swells were in Felixstowe, Suffolk, where sea levels rose to 2.84m (9.3ft) above average, and Great Yarmouth at 2.8m (9.2ft).

The water levels in Felixstowe and Great Yarmouth were the highest since 1953 when 307 people died after high tides and a storm saw a tidal surge of 3.2m (10ft 6in).

Though I’m sure those shovelling crap out of their living rooms in Norfolk this weekend don’t feel very lucky, it could have been so much worse. That it wasn’t a rerun of 1953, when there was no warning and huindreds died, when whole villages disappeared and thousands were made homeless overnight, is largely down down to luck and chaos theory. If the pressure had gone up or down a millibar, or the wind speed slackened or eased at the just the right moment, we could’ve all been swimming in seawater (or worse) this morning – or at least London and lhuge swathes of southeest England would have been.

The Dutch, (whose entire government system is based on the common management of water and land) sensibly closed the sea defences at the first sign of trouble:

They well remember 1953 and the devastation caused. These are the areas that would have been flooded during the storm surge, if it had not been for Dutch sea defences:

‘Sea defences’ sems such an inadequate word for the immensie series of constructed barriers that run almost the whole length of the coast closing off the North Sea from the flatlands. The huge Oosterchelde surge barriers that protect the islands of Zeeland, in the watery estuarine south:

1 Top beam, under which water flows when gates are open
2 Steel gate is lowered when sea level reaches “danger” height
3 Sill beam at foot of giant piers is embedded in sill
4 Sill comprises 5m tonnes of 10,000kg stone blocks, for stability
5 Voids in pier bases filled with sand after positioning
6 Synthetic “mattress” filled with sand and gravel laid on top of compacted sand to strengthen sea bed

The Oosterscheldebarrier is the biggest barrier and the most difficult to build: a 9km (5.6-mile) hydraulic wall with sluice-gate doors that are normally left open to protect the area’s delicate tidal habitat.

Another wall, the. Consisting of two hollow doors the size of the Eiffel Tower, the Maeslantbarrier, protects Rotterdam, the Netherlands’ second city with a population roughly the same size as that of New Orleans Maeslantbarrier was the Delta Project’s final instalment.

When it was completed in 1997, the total cost of the project amounted to more than $5bn.

The Dutch know that climate change is likely to flood the country, but where else is there to go? It’s a tiny coluntry, but that would still mean the evacuation of millions to other parts olf Europe. Hence the necessity for using all possible human ingenuity to protect the populace and keep it where it is, whatever the cost.

Contrast Britain’s long term flood policy: the Brown government, like Blair’s administration before it, has decided absent of any democratic input to just write off huge swathes of low-lying land in the south-east and elsewhere.

They are planning for what they see as inevitable inundation, whilst simultaneously pushing the Thames Gateway housing and development project which will concrete over marshes and put an additional homes onto one of the country’s largest floodplains, with apapently little thought given to beefing up the infrastructure to cope, this to house the many thousands of Eastern EU workers attracted by the honeypot of London.

The development of the Gateway, stretching from Canary Wharf in east London to the mouth of the Thames Estuary in Essex, forms an important part of the government’s strategy to build more housing in the south east.

Ministers have set targets for 160,000 new homes to be built in the Gateway between 2001 and 2016. The number of homes delivered has risen from around 4,500 in 1995-96 to 6,000 in 2005-06. But the rate of increase is below that of the rest of the greater south east. The NAO says: “The build rate will need to double from now on if the target is to be met.”

It’s a potential environmental disaster in the making, despite the new and improved Thames Barrier that’s also planned. I remember when the existing barrier was predicted to potect the Thames Valley for centuries to come. and here we are already, needing a new one.

This is what Britain would look like should the sea level rise as predicted, but. the Department for the Environment, Food and Rural Affairs’ plan is not to maintain many sea defences on the grounds that they are ‘uneconomic’.

If the British government is going to keep adding more and more people to the population it has to consider channeling development elsewhere than to the southeast. Are they really plannoing to build all this, to concrete over a flood plain and fill it with people, only for it to be flooded? It seems so.

The insurers’ report, Making Communities Sustainable, said that as many as 108,000 proposed homes in Ashford, Milton Keynes, the M11 corridor and along the Thames Estuary were located on flood plains and 10,000 of them were at significant risk of flooding.

In three of the areas, with the exception of the Thames Gateway, all the houses could be located above the flood plain with careful planning, but not in the Thames Estuary, where most of the development land was on flood plains.

The report warns the Government that it has much to do to keep up the flood defences around London. It said that some five per cent of sea defences were in poor shape but a much larger proportion of river defences needed attention.

Without the proper planning measures being taken and the advice of the Environment Agency being acted upon, a substantial number of them would flood at a cost of an extra £55 million in the annual flood bill for insurers, said the report..

I can’t make my mind up whether such an apparent policy disconnect is deliberate – make as much money as you can out of the area before it’s too late and screw the consequences – or just horribly ignorant of science and common sense, a combination which has become a hallmark of this Labour regime. How can it continue to overdevelop the southeast, while at the same time planning long term to give the region (ironically for an area so water-poor) up to the sea? The insurers’ association says ‘the flood risks in the growth areas could be managed effectively.’ The question is, are they?

That remains to be seen.

Call me cynical but when so many people so close to government have so much, in terms of career and financial investment at stake in the Thames Gateway development they’re unlikely to let a little thing like a potential ecololgical disaster to get in the way.

The Dutch? Not so much. I know where I feel safer, despite being below sea level.

Some People Want The Moon On A Stick

NL-based Pyjamas Media “liberal conservative’ (no, I don’t get it either) member blog The Van Der Galien Gazette has the blegging bowl out:

…we want to make this blog one of the major players in the blogosphere. We wish to – as always – offer comments and analyses to and of news, but we also want to offer original reporting. We want to make the blog more accessible and we want to offer you higher quality posts and articles. We also want this blog – which we believe has a lot of potential – to grow significantly in the coming months. We want to become something that doesn’t, in our opinion, exist today: we want to become the center / right-of-center website on the Net: a place where moderate liberals, centrists and conservatives feel at home.

Here comes the hit…. wait for it….

If you want this blog to grow, if you want it to become bigger and especially better, if you enjoy all the work we put into it, please consider helping us collect the money to improve this website.

Pyjamas Media. There’s their first mistake right there.

Anyway, what does it actually cost to host a WordPress blog? Not a lot. So how much do they need? They don’t say: there is no maximum. It’s open-ended. I wonder, what do they actually need this open-ended amount of money for?

But I suppose when you’ve got an editor-in-chief and founder, an assistant editor and administrator, an assistant editor and contributing authors, columnists and resident experts to support, you’ve got to get out the blegging bowl now and then, especially when you have big ambitions and you’re ranked a respectable but by no means hugely popular 10,736 at Technorati and the ad revenue from Pyjamas Media is what? Miniscule? Negligible? Are they even making any money?

If people like your ideas and writing, they’ll beat a path to your door and even then you’ll be lucky to get a voluntary contribution. If they don’t they won’t, and you can beg for contributions till the cows come home. Even the newspapers don’t make money from online content. Anyone hoping to build a online politics media empire from contributions or even ad revenue is deluded, unless they are very, very determined and have a unique yet populist idea and good backers from the outset. I don’t see that here.

But keep on feeding this kind of twaddle about Amsterdam to the wingnuts and he’ll soon get the hitcount up, at least:

To My Government: Please Round Up the Moroccan-Dutch “Youths” Terrorizing Amsterdam

This is just the kind of hysteria the wingers love to hear about Europe; it feeds right into their fantasies of ilsamofascists coming to kill us all in our beds and into the narrative of weak Euroweenies giving into terrorism while America holds the line against the rampaging Moslem hordes.

Actually two police officers were stabbed when a mentally ill Dutch-Moroccan man with ties to the Hofstad group invaded a police station: he was shot dead by a policewoman. The facts are undeniable. But Amsterdam terrorised? Oh, please.

There has been rioting by local Moroccan-Dutch youths, but it’s localised to Slotervaart and nothing like on the scale of the riots in the banlieues. To read that post you’d think the city were on fire and that Moslems and non-Moslems at each others’ throats, rather than just a bunch of disaffected minority youth in a deprived neighbourhood being deliberately wound up by a few ideologically-motivated rabble rousers. Nope, it’s all “Aiiee, run! Islamofascists!”

But the post fits right in with the usual tenor of Pyjamas Media‘s European contributions, most of which seem to consist of stories about how those dreadful multicultural socialist lefty types do the poor hard-done-by Eurowinger down. For example:

When conservative columnist Joshua Livestro was confronted with censorship at the Dutch public broadcasting corporation, he didn’t get mad – he got even.

I see that the same carefully cultivated sense of victimisation in the US right wing is rife in Pyjamas Media contributors in the Netherlands as well:

1] Don’t let your arguments speak for themselves
2] Bully and be obnoxious and
3] Demand that your strident views on the free market and the crucial importance of Judaeo-Christian morals to humanity’s survival be heard, even if no-one actually wants to hear it.

It’s that sense of entitlement to the political space that gets on my nerves.

Most of us bloggers get it that if your ideas succeed they’ll succeed because they’re good ideas: but conservatives expect to be paid for spouting their opinion and not only that, they expect to be able to build a media empire on the back of it too. They accuse the left of expecting the world to owe us a living but they really do want the moon on a stick.

Little Boxes On The Wharfside

I’ve been meaning to do a post about Amsterdam’s shipping container housing for ages, as I see it every time I have to get the ferry. I’ve just been too lazy to get off my arse and write it, even though I’ve even taken photos.. Here’s one of shipping-container student housing at the NDSMverf:

Luckily Teresa Nielsen Hayden at Making Light has saved me the trouble and, as is her wont, has done it with much more thoroughness and professionalism than I ever could.

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Ahh, the weekend. Even though I’m mostly at home all the time as I am in want of at least one kidney and preferably two (the live donor for which I must find myself) I still like weekends.

This weekend the weather’s good and I can sit in the garden and read. Lovely. It’ll be a quiet one too, as it’s a week before most people’s payday and no-one’s going anywhere or doing anything; the stores have yet to ramp up for Hallowe’en, Thanksgiving, Ede/Suikerfeest or Christmas depending on cultural affiliation and the end-of-month bills have yet to hit the doormat. For the moment all is quiet and gezellig – a Dutch concept that’s very hard to describe in English.

It’s an amalgam of style, cosiness, warmth, comfort and ease, a pleasure in small things and the domestic; you know how sometimes as the evenings draw in you’ll see a lighted living room window and all is warm and safe within, everyone occupied, everyone content? That’s gezellig, though my description really can’t do it justice.

A weekend like this is the perfect time to sit down, survey, take stock of life and plan next year’s spring bulbs. Well, I say spring and I say plan but who knows what the weather’ll be? It could be very, very bad indeed, if Cheney has his way and America nukes Iran. To many it’s a done deal and we’re merely marking time.

Rupert Cornwell , describing in the Independent the odd, pregnant hush that’s fallen over political America:

These are strange times here, our equivalent of when the dogs and birds supposedly fall silent in the moments before an earthquake. Not that America’s political animals have fallen silent. The candidates to succeed Bush criss-cross Iowa and New Hampshire where the first primaries are less than four months off, holding forth on every imaginable subject. But somehow what they say matters little. Whoever wins, his or her presidency has already largely been shaped by the desperately unpopular lame duck who perforce will remain in charge of US foreign policy until January 20 2009 – and worse may well be to come.

Having entrusted the verdict on his presidency to historians generations in the future, Bush now sounds almost contemptuous of the opinions of his contemporaries. Confident that, like his role model Harry Truman, he will be vindicated 50 years hence, he openly admits that his successor (or should it be successors?) will have to find a way out of the mess left by his disastrous adventure in Iraq.

Iraq, however, may only be the start of it. The real question, the one that, spoken or unspoken, dominates every foreign policy discussion here, is another. Will Bush, now that the Iraq folly has handed Iran a massive strategic victory without lifting a finger, go double or quits by launching a military attack against Tehran?

As if we didn’t have enough looming threats, like the economy and the environment – “..and the Red Death held sway over all…” – we could all be plunged into a third world war at any moment on the whim of a stupid, vicious iblowhard who’s descending into psychosis, aided and abetted by his VP.

That pregnant hush Cornwell describes is real, although, as he says, there’s plenty of chatter. But we surely all know that however important the latest governmental or constitutional outrage we’re avidly discussing is now, it could become an utter irrelevance overnight should Bush order a nuclear first strike on Iran. Will he? Won’t he? Your guess is as good as mine.

There may be a small industry in predictinion but in the end Bush alone has the decision. That he’s demonstrably mentally unbalanced and deteriorating fast is obvious, even to the layperson.

Because should this madman push the button it wouldn’t just be one strike. It would escalate. The very expression ‘first strike’ implies there will be a second, and a third… when you start to think about a nuclear attack on Iran as a real possibility (and in the hands of a megalomanical madman it’s as real a possibibility as any other) a kind of stunned panic sets in.

But this weekend I’m going to take pleasure in small things and try not to think about it. Bloody hell, we got through the seventies and eighties’ threat of mutually assured destruction all right, didn’t we? We’ll get through this too.( How we do it is another matter entirely.)

But like I said, I’m not thinking about it any more this weekend. A mixture of flame orange Darwin tulips and violet hyacinths sounds good for the windowboxes…

In uncertain times gezelligheid is a very precious thing. So let’s all slow down a bit, step back and enjoy this autumnal peace and quiet while we can. It may not last.

Picture Post

The last of the Amsterdam summer sun over the Ij, seen from the Wilhelminadok.