30 KAMBLES BOUND FOLKESTONE. 



come to the Warren itself, as picturesque a spot as 

 you may find anywhere in the country, a broken and 

 confused stretch of ground for about two miles along 

 the base of the cliffs, an uudercliff itself, mostly 

 natural, partly artificial from excavations and 

 embankments made to allow the railway to pass 

 through it. It would be a puzzle to any geologist 

 to arrange its strata, if indeed it have any, for 

 gault and chalk, sand and masses of flint are 

 in inextricable confusion. Yet this very confu- 

 sion gives to the place its beauty ; there are not fifty 

 yards of level ground throughout its whole extent ; 

 hence we get a number of lazy ponds in quiet sunny 

 hollows, giving us throughout the summer months 

 glorious pictures of still life. Who that lives at 

 Folkestone, who that visits it, does not love the 

 Warren ? There are three Martello Towers ; from 

 No. 3 you will get the best view, an artist's view of 

 the whole, beautiful in its contour, rich in its 

 contrasts of colour the bold sweep of East Wear 

 Bay, backed by the massive cliffs of chalk, diversified 

 with verdure, and capped here and there with patches 

 of red clay and sand Tertiary Drift. 



Let us describe this western end first. It is by no 

 means comparable to the further portion, but it is 

 not without its beauty ; it is perhaps the most broken 

 part of all, and the most unstable, changing every 

 winter. The luxuriant growth of rushes and horse- 

 tails (Equisetum maximum, and E. arveme) tell you 

 how damp it is as you look over it, but as you follow 

 the path you see for yourself the pools in almost 

 every hollow, and the water travelling from one to 

 the other over newly exposed clay. Like the cliff 



