After sneaking out of Brixham and the pirate haven of Fishcombe Cove as the darkness fell away to a clear sunrise Dawn made her way west along the coast under the shadow of the low Devon shoreline cliffs, her form hidden against the green/grey rocks and sporadic wild vegetation of these wild parts.

Unbeknown to the customs men of His Majesties Service, Dawn and her skipper were making for Macelely Cove a small hidden anchorage near to the village of Salcombe, a once idilic seaside place now ruined by the spread of consumerism… However upon arriving at the Cove it was found to be fouled by a lobster pot and its attendant buoy, leaving little room for a graceful yawl of Dawns stature. We raced across the bay to the free county of Cornwall and found safe haven under the innaccessible cliffs of Starehole Bay.

Once at anchor and assured that the holding was good, Dawns skipper rowed to shore, through the hidden entrance of the cave to its inner recess where there was to be found a beach of untouched sands. A place from which to observe, but be unobserved by the patrols attenndant along the cliff top footpath on the look-out for privateers.

Here in our solitude the skipper buried the treasure reassuringly that it could be retrieved the next time of our calling.

X marks the spot.