80 SPRING 



stonechat and whinchat make themselves at home among 

 the furzy clumps and the prickly sea-buckthorn that breaks 

 the wild and otherwise bare broken sand-dunes. Below in 

 the hollows behind these dunes the restharrow touches the 

 slopes with pink, and the cranesbill with yellow. Other 

 touches of colour are dotted here and there where bustling 

 winds dropped in the seeds of foreign plants that took root 

 and made the best of the untoward circumstances. 



