SAND DUNES AND SALT MARSHES 



surface records a continually changing story, 

 —ripple-marks of the varying winds, magic 

 circles made by the grass, and myriad tracks 

 of living creatures. 

 A day spent in the dunes 



" On the firm packed sand, 

 Free 

 By a world of marsh that borders a world of sea," 



with the roar of the waves and the cries of 

 the gulls in one's ears, the breath of the marsh 

 and of the ocean in one's nostrils, the wild 

 beauty and loneliness of the scene in one's 

 eyes, is indeed an inspiration, a memory worth 

 treasuring. 



" There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 

 There is society where none intrudes, 

 By the deep Sea, and music in its roar." 



The reefs along the beach are constantly 

 changing. One of these I have watched and 

 recorded since 1892. When first seen, it was 

 already above high tide except at its north- 

 west extremity, and connected with the beach 

 off the Ipswich range-light. Like other reefs, 

 its slope was gradual on the seaward, steep 



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