A Fine Old Chestnut Traditional Cache
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Travelling from Sligo go as far as the roundabout at Collooney and exit for Dromahair. The cache is discretely hidden approx 1km along this road just before the bridge.
This is a micro cache with log sheet and pencil. When planning the cache I was reminded of the famous poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The Village Smithy. Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling,---rejoicing,---sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. Many years ago in the village of Collooney there was a Blacksmith. His forge was not far from the new roundabout. Sadly this is confined to history and it no longer exists. However the old Chestnuts are still standing and gave the inspiration for this cache. The large chestnut tree has suffered the effects of storms and sadly only the large stump remains.
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Vil veba naq fgbar - Raq bs jnyy
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