Mourne Smuggler Traditional Cache
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Cache is sited on Millstone Mountain in the Mournes a few metres from two small caves, one man made formerly used by smugglers.
Cache is a medium tabloc box.
Contents include walkers / climbers cartoon book, toys for kids, penholder, etc. Logbook and pencils.
Route:
I park at Bloody Bridge, walk up the river then branch off right up the Glen Foffany river, staying on the path by the river until I'm opposite the site which will be on Millstone Mountain to my right.
Equipped Hillwalkers will be fine.
Others - best in dry weather with good visibility.
Here's a little poem by Richard Rowley:
The Smugglers Pad.
When my Granda's Granda was young an' single,
Them was the days of the Smugglers' Pad;
The panniered ponies stamping the jingle,
Each of them led by a mountainy lad;
For the schooner has jeuked the preventative cutter.
She's landin' her cargo at dead of night,
Runlets full of what's better nor butter,
Bales o'silk for weemin's delight.
Stow them away on the ponies backs,
An' aff up the hills by the mountain tracks
The journey's far, an' the travelling slow
To the cave that only the smugglers know.
Scents for the Countess
Claret for the Earl,
Silks for their Lady daughter,
Laces for the girl;
tea for the rector
From the China Caravan,
An' brandy for the Colonel,
For he's a fightin' man.
Och, the trade put gold in my Granda's stockin',
But what he liked best was the riot and fun,
or the cheerful drink, when the schooner rockin'
On a swingin' tide, had her cargo run;
Or the nights on the sandso' Ballymartin,
Loadin' the ponies, sweatin' like mad,
Watchin' the laden beasties startin'
Over the boulders an' whins to the Smugglers Pad.
It's many's the cruise took a decent man
From Annalong to the Isle o' Man,
An' feth, I could do wi' a tithe o' the gold
That paid for the contraband in the hold.
Silks for Her ladyship
Webs that gleam an' shine;
all the southern summer
In His Lordship's wine.
Gold for the sailor-man,
Silver for the lad.
Them was days o' plenty
On the Smugglers Pad.
Additional Hints
(Decrypt)
Ng nez'f yratgu.