56 LLANDDWYN 



the soft lapping of the water in the coves, stealing 

 the land by grains. If, sooner or later, all must go, 

 why struggle, why resist ? Let it go, one would say, 

 so it go gently, part of the everlasting interchange 

 of land and sea. But when in the winter nights, the 

 west winds whip the gravel from the beech, and send 

 the black seas thundering up the cove, so that the 

 ground trembles beneath the pounding surf, the will 

 rises in revolt. Then one would fain have at it, and 

 curb it, and dam it off with dikes of stone and iron, 

 and let it gnash its teeth on them and break them. 



We came out of Llanddwyn in other guise than 

 we went in. The bicycles having been hitched on 

 to the household donkey, he drew, whilst we steered, 

 over the sandy Warren ; so that, led by an ass, as 

 may be said, we returned to the ways of men. 



