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Here is another quaint little treasure legend.
The Treasure of Dunraven
Where the storm battered estuary of the river Severn meets the Bristol Channel in the UK there is a strange ruin. In a semi sheltered bay on the ragged coast of Wales lays Dunraven Castle.
Dunraven castle was not a true castle in a sense of the word. The castle was manor house that had castellated walled garden around the house. It was owned by a wealthy land owner known as Lord Dunraven.
Lord Dunraven?s wealth was acquired through a very devious and evil means. During the 17th and 18th century the art of wrecking shipwrecks had become a very profitable occupation of the poor fisherman along the coasts of Great Britain.
Lord Dunraven lost no time in seeing the profit from salvaging shipwrecks that came along. It did take much from salvaging shipwrecks to causing them to satisfy his greed. His methods was very simple, to deceive the ships captains he would tie lanterns to the sheep at night to lure unwary ships to their doom below the turrets of Dunraven Castle.
When the ships floundered and came ashore, he and his gang of cutthroats would loot and murder any survivors that came ashore. Lord Dunraven became known far and wide for his greed and ruthlessness.
His riches made him one of the wealthiest and influential landowners in the land an no one who knew his deadly secret would ever speak up in fear of his wrath. Now rich beyond all compare he took a wife who had three sons by him. Two died as infants and Lord Dunraven doted on his remaining son with the best of everything.
His obsession about his remaining last son was so hard to bear that even his wife was hounded to death about her care of her son. Lord Dunraven stopped for a time his wicked ways and lived the life of a gentleman farmer. His son getting the best of everything was sent to one of the best schools in America.
As years went on lord Dunraven heard through a letter of his son?s return. In his pride over his son and heir and now a young man coming home to take over the family empire, lord Dunraven was tempted once again to take up the evil trade of wrecking.
Just one more time to give his son the best he thought as he plied his evil trade once more on a dark stormy night luring a ship aground on the rocks below the castle. In the early morning light as the screams of the dying passengers and sailors had become the cries of screaming seagulls. Lord Dunraven once more ran with joy and greed looting the bodies of the drowned.
Cutting off the fingers for the rings and jewelry of the dead, he rolled a bloated corpse over and starred in horror the sightless eyes of his dead son floating lifeless before him. His son had come home earlier than expected. Lord Dunraven was struck into deep shock and madness.
No one knows what exactly happened to him but the local fisherman the next day found his battered body at the bottom of one of the cliffs near the bay. And so ended the evil life of Lord Dunraven stricken down by exactly what he had done to so many others, his house without an heir lie abandoned and fell into decay.
For many years the house laid deserted ruin and a rumor came about of a secret hoard of treasure lay buried somewhere at Dunraven in a cave in the cliffs. Today the house is demolished and only the castellated walls remain of where the house once stood. And it is part of a sea side park where people go for walks.
Was there any truth in this moral laden legend? Perhaps not but if I was in the vicinity, I would dearly love to swing a metal detector at low tide,on a still sunny morning on the beach and rocks below Dunraven castle.
Hardluck.
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