A Lizard Cove

Many of the coves in the Far West of Cornwall were used for smuggling, and today on a moonlit night when the sea is well into the rocky inlets it is easy to imagine the small boats putting into there laden with contraband. This secluded place would give good cover from the excise men.

“Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
 Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
 Don’t you shout to come and look, nor use ’em for your play.
 Put the brishwood back again — and they’ll be gone next day!”

– Rudyard Kipling.