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Telegraph | News | Beached wine barrels bring visitors galore

Hundreds of "souvenir" hunters flocked to the Devon coast yesterday as containers from a stricken cargo vessel were washed ashore.
Wine barrels, boxes of perfume and a tractor were among the flotsam on Branscombe beach after the Napoli was run aground.

Police closed the area as salvage teams tried to contain 200 tons of leaked oil. The Napoli, which began to lose its containers when it was left listing after a battering by force nine gales on Saturday night, contains a further 3,500 tons of heavy fuel oil.

Other containers still on board hold agricultural pesticides, toxic liquids and BMW motorbikes.

A total of 200 containers, one holding battery acid, have been lost overboard. Police said hundreds of people had turned up to try to collect "souvenirs". "Of particular interest were wine barrels and bottles of perfume," said a spokesman. "But people are trying to take anything they can get their hands on. Obviously, it is an issue of public safety because we simply don't know what is in a container until it is opened."


If you wake at Midnight, and hear a horse's feet,
Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street,
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

Five and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

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 brushwood back again - and they'll be gone next day!

Five and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you "pretty maid", and chuck you 'neath the chin,
Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!

Five and twenty ponies
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson.
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!

Comments

Ultimately we are all driven by greed (and sex?).

I just hope there aren't any castaways in those containers.

Rudyard Kipling captures the mood of the smuggling community perfectly - dangerous, treacherous and threatening.

I am just fascinated by the thought that in all probability, somewhere in Europe, some big time drug smuggler is watching his cargo bobbing around on the tide, and crying his eyes out......

A lady in Sweden is watching scum go through her family photographs and furniture and crying her eyes out. Not funny at all. How would you like it? These people have brought shame on England.

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