136 The Kirkcudbrightshire Coast. 



Firth as a whole. The Firth was regarded formerly as part of 

 the Irish Sea. 



Carsethorn village and the outlook across the Solway were 

 described. Arbigland, the birthplace of Paul Jones, is about a 

 mile and a half south of Carsethorn. It is not yet recognised 

 sufficiently that Paul Jones should be reckoned among the 

 greatest of Scotsmen. The old calumny that he was " a pirate " 

 has perhaps hindered this recognition; but Jones' doings do not 

 fall under any authoritative definition of piracy. 



The Statistical Account of 1795 mentions three villages in 

 the parish of Kirkbean — " Kirkbean, Preston, and Salterness." 

 Preston has disappeared ; but its market cross has been preserved 

 and stands beside the farmhouse of East Preston. It bears no 

 inscription or carving of any kind. Satterness is a charming 

 seaboard village. The lighthouse was built before the end of the 

 eighteenth century, and is the oldest in Galloway. Satterness 

 got its name from the salt pits which provided former generations 

 of the villagers with one of their industries. The absurd name 

 " Southerness," which has been stereotyped on the Ordnance 

 Survey maps and adopted by the Post Office, was not heard of 

 until the nineteenth century. Let the members of this Society 

 avoid its use in all time coming ! 



The scenery of the Colvend shore is more striking than that 

 of the much-vaunted Ravenshall coast. After passing the Bain- 

 loch burn, I took the first turn to the right and pushed my bicycle 

 up a steep bye-way towards the old church of Southwick parish. 

 What remains of the church occupies a very small part of the 

 sacred enclosure. The only indication of the architectural style 

 is given by two very narrow lights in the east wall. The church 

 has been built of unhewn granite blocks, but these windows are 

 framed with red freestone with a round top in the early English 

 style. Few ruins in Galloway are so entirely neglected as this. 

 Almost every inch is covered with ivy, and dilapidation is going 

 on rapidly. Before photographing one of the windows, I had 

 to spend a long time in cutting and tearing the ivy away. I con- 

 gratulate myself that I have arrested the disintegrating activity 

 of the ivy so far as the windows are concerned ; but surely the 

 proprietor of the ruin could send a man to spend a day or two 

 in completing the work in which I made this small beginning. 



When 1 had returned to the main road and followed it to 



