“ Aberdeenshire, Scotland. The numerous sea caves in the nearby cliffs, and small coves with shingle beaches provided ideal terrain for smugglers. In the late 1700s it was estimated by the Excise that up to 8000 gallons of foreign spirits were being illegally landed in the area every month. In 1798, the notorious village smuggler, Phillip Kennedy, was killed by a blow from an exciseman's cutlass. His grave and tombstone still stands in the village graveyard. Collieston is now mainly a commuter village serving Aberdeen, and is largely given over to tourists during the summer months. „
And who was Crooked Mary, you may ask? And what does she have to do with Collieston? Well, I hope by now you have read Machar’s opinion on this fascinating and picturesque little village. If not, go and do it now, but don’t forget to come back. Because I don’t intend to repeat any of the information Machar has given you in her excellent review. No, I’m on a history and folklore theme. And if both Machar and Dooyoo will permit me, I offer this as a “footnote” to Machar’s op. Collieston is only a few miles away for me, and it’s a lovely little place. Although in these present times, it has more than its fair share of retirement homes and holiday cottages, it was once a thriving fishing community. But its main claim to fame, or perhaps notoriety, was its role in the thriving smuggling trade which prevailed in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. As is characteristic of this part of the world, Collieston doesn’t self-promote much. No tourist signs here, or smugglers museums, or even “Bonnie Prince Charlie Slept Here” cottages. To learn of its past, you have to read, not guidebooks, but old historical accounts in the local library, and records from two-hundred-year-old newspapers! Which is how I learned of the Crooked Mary, and Collieston’s role in her capture. Let me take you back. The year is 1798. The date, December the eighteenth. The notorious lugger “Crooked Mary” is sighted in the afternoon, and the message quickly carried from door to door. A run will take place after dark. All other activity stops. The run is the ultimate priority. This is no surreptitious venture by one or two dubious individuals. This is a regular highlight on the life of a community. Everyone helps on the smuggling run. A seemingly meaningless gesture is a pre-arranged signal. A plaid (or tartan blanket) is spread, apparently t
o dry, on a peatstack. To knowing observers, the message is understood. As the evening approaches, Crooked Mary is seen drawing towards the shore, signalling the creek into which she intends to run. She is the most notorious lugger of her day. She sails under Dutch colours, and has three main points of call on this North East coast – Collieston, Cruden and Peterhead. As always, she has lain offshore until nightfall. All the villagers of Collieston lend a hand, and the illicit cargo is off-loaded into a dinghy, and thence to the agreed landing point. It is packed into creels, and carried on the backs of the men, women and children, to a point near the temporary hiding place. And the Crooked Mary is off. She hastily sails outwith the prescribed limit, beyond which a vessel sailing under Dutch colours cannot not be seized. But tonight, luck is not on her side. A King’s cutter, skippered by a Captain Ayre, has been deployed to track the Crooked Mary this night. Ayre is a determined man, having been thwarted by the lugger many times before. Well outwith the limit, the Crooked Mary’s crew relax, and congratulate themselves on another job well done. Making free with the rum ration, they are completely unaware of Captain Ayre approaching, and little resistance is offered to the boarding party. This capture became the subject of a High Court trial, since the Mary’s owners maintained she had been outwith limits. Captain Ayre had to prove he had taken the Mary within limits. Obviously he could not call any of the Collieston villagers as witnesses, as they would have vowed the lugger was outwith limits whether she had been or not! Anxious to make his charge stick, he rounded up some residents in the parish of Old Deer, some way inland, and using rather heavy means of persuasion, got them to testify that they had seen the capture take place close to shore. One witness swore he h
ad watched the whole event from his own porch. Under cross examination, he was reminded that the capture had taken place after dark. And that his house was ten miles from the coast. And that his porch faced west. Not too difficult to discredit that one, then. Another witness, after repeated questioning, eventually admitted that he had never even SEEN the sea! Despite these obvious fabrications, the High Court of the day was acting on behalf of the King, and not exactly impartial. The Crooked Mary was therefore assigned to her captor. The delighted Captain Ayre waited until the fuss had died down, then sold her back to her rightful owners for the small fortune of thirty pounds. Clearly a man of integrity, this Captain Ayre. Immediately to the north of Collieston harbour, linked to it by a short footpath, is a small sandy cove called Cransdale. This was the favoured landing place, accessible, and with a sandy beach. The sandy beach bit is important. If there was any word of excisemen, or gaugers, in the area, time was of the essence. So instead of transporting the contraband away from the landing place, the men would dig a deep pit in the sand, in preparation. This pit was shuttered with wood, and its roof would be more than six feet below the surface. Because six feet was the length of the exciseman’s “searching spear”. The smuggled goods would be deposited quickly in this pit, to be moved to a secure hiding place after all had quietened down. Then all the Collieston folk would be employed in conveying this booty to another dump, close to the permanent hiding place. But they would not know exactly where that hiding place would be. Then only the few ringleaders would themselves transfer the goods to the last secret location. Several caves around Collieston are known to have been used for this purpose. The renowned “Dropping Cave of Slains” – just north of Old Slains Castle,
and about a mile or so north of Collieston, was famed for its smuggling associations. So too was Hell’s Lum, which provided a storage area some 200 feet in length and rising in places to thirty feet high. Cave Arthur was a favourite, being inaccessible at high tide, but remaining dry inside. These are all marked on the Ordnance Survey map if you want to take a closer look, but really they are as inaccessible now as they were then. Which may be one reason you’ll not find “This Way to the Smugglers Caves” signs. So when you visit Collieston ( which is now compulsory!), and you laze on the beach, basking in the rain . . .er . . sunshine, maybe you’ll now see it in a different light. Today it is a sleepy, but charming, coastal village, which for some reason always reminds me of Cornwall. But its caves and coves can tell a different story. Let your mind drift back in time . . . .
If you follow the A90 out of Aberdeen and take the turn off for Newburgh and then the turn off for Collieston, you will discover one of Aberdeen's hidden havens of peace and quiet. A lot of people miss Collieston as they drive further up the coast to visit Slains Castle. Perhaps it's a good thing that most people miss Collieston as it's not big enough to hold a lot of people! Collieston is an old fishing village that is built around a small steep cove. The cove is beautiful with little cottages and houses perched on the side of the cliffs. I used to know someone who lived in one of these houses and their address was "The Cliff" instead of a street name! This sums up perfectly the position of the houses. So why is Collieston worth going to see? It is the perfect place to take the kids as the beach is wonderfully sandy, exceptionally clean and comes with lots of rock pools to explore. The beach is small enough to stop the kids wandering off but big enough for them to run about. There are public toilets which are very clean and looked after very well. The water is also clean and is tested regularly with the results posted in the beach shelter. Swimming is popular here if you are brave enough and the locals also use it for rowing boats and body boards. The beach is not developed so the kids will not be constantly demanding ice cream or candy floss. The nearest shop is the small village shop/post office situated at the top of the village. It's a steep enough walk to put most children off! Apart from the beach there are other things to do in the village. There is a well-maintained play park incase the tide is in when you visit and there are plenty of places to explore. There is a cliff top walk from Collieston heading north. I would not recommend this for young children or people who are not too sure on their feet. The path is at a very steep angle in parts and can be a bit scary! There are also sheep gr
azing on the path so dogs would have to be kept on a lead. However, the views of the dramatic cliffs and multitudes of sea birds are worth it. Even in wintertime Collieston can be a dramatic place to go. To sit in a car on the harbour and watch the waves crash over the walls can be very exhilarating. Needless to say this is a very popular past time of the more elderly population and it can get very busy on a Sunday afternoon. If you are ever up that way, pop into Collieston and have a look, as it really is a wonderful little village.