Smugglers cave
A long time ago in a haze of smoke, I was walking with my friend who had been instructed, nah, ordered to walk his mum's dogs, as I was just about to knock for him while he was on his way out, I walked with him.

It was in the critical moment (for the dog, i.e. doing it's 'business') that the dogs' paw slipped and it actually fell; luckily not in it's own 'business'.

We had a look to see what it had tripped over and found a small hole. Quickly, we found a stick about as long as your arm and pocked it down. It swallowed the whole thing.

We went and nicked a bean pole from my mums' garden and took it back up to where we had found the hole and pocked it down. It swallowed that too. We wiggled it about and sure enough, it was starting to look like it was hollow under there.

...and so, we went back to my parents house, picked up a pick-axe and a 14 (? dunno for sure, but it was heavy) pound hammer and a large torch...and then took to making that hole big enough to climb down.

...and big enough we did make it. Climbed down gently and shone the torch about.

There was one tunnel that lead out to sea, and one each way to the left and right of where I was standing.

Bonus! We'd found an old smuggling tunnel from the 14th century!

Oblivious to the dangers, we both got down in there and started to look about, following each tunnel in each direction.

Sadly, after about 100-200 yards all three of the tunnels were bricked up - probably in the 70's by the looks of it.

A few weeks later, there were cones all around that hole. A week after that, the whole lot was filled with shingle.

Still, if we hadn't found it, who knows what might have happened? It could have collapsed when a car was driving over the top or something.
(dchurch bah, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 14:32, 1 reply)

That's like an Enid Blyton novel
but with less smugglers. And more traffic cones
(brainwrong, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 16:45, closed)