ON THE LINKS 113 



and the mouth of the Tay. And such cliffs! 

 Sheer down to the water below, or ploughed into 

 gorges by some stream ; or picturesque by reason of 

 the outliers, cut off by the water in their retreat. 

 Cliffs no t stupendous, but breezy and exhilarat- 

 ing, and with every element of natural interest. 



From the Tay to the Eden, filling up the whole 

 space between the estuaries, and possibly partly 

 formed by the silting process referred to, lies 

 Tents Muir. Beyond the Eden run the two miles 

 of golf links, the length of St. Andrews. 



Anyone who wishes to see what the three phases 

 of our coast have to show where each is of con- 

 siderably more than local interest could not do 

 better than spend three summer days between Red 

 Head and St. Andrews. I have spent, in each of 

 the three, many days I am not likely to forget, 

 and feel in a position to advise. 



Unlike the cliffs, the links have no sheltered 

 niches. Unlike the moor, they have no dark 

 deposit. They are made up of pure blown sand. 

 Therein consists their excellence for golfing uses ; 

 seeing that the rain so rapidly runs away ; those 

 who play on inland courses will understand what 

 I mean. But as life-supporting areas or wild 

 gardens, they demand, on the part of the plants, 



