'Brandy for the parson, baccy for the clerk...'We have an image, mostly from movies and novels, of a tall ship riding gently at anchor in a moonlit, secluded bay with the 'Gentleman' cheerfully hauling kegs of brandy and tobacco ashore, then disappearing silently into the night shadows to hide their contraband from the excise men in a dark cave or a secret cellar.But how much of the popular idea is fact and how much is fiction?Smuggling was big business...