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and more into the Horner Valley, along which, beneath 

 a leafy screen, a clear rushing stream hurries down 

 to meet the sea shining in the distance across the 

 fertile vale of Porlock, just where the long grey ridge 

 of water-worn pebbles ends at the rocky promontory 

 of Hurlstone. The ridge consists of rounded pebbles 

 about the size of a cricket ball, curiously washed by 

 the sea, but a glance at the salt marsh behind one 

 will warn one not to stand there, or anywhere near 

 there, when a south-westerly gale is pouring the 

 waves, with a free run straight from the Atlantic, 

 into that corner of the bay, for then they toss the 

 stones about in wild confusion, frequently throwing 

 them a hundred yards or more across the marsh. 



But to return to Dunkery Beacon. What does one 

 see around one ? Across the fifteen miles of the 

 Severn sea lies the whole coast of Glamorgan. The 

 dull patch of smoke to the eastward is Penarth and 

 Cardiff ; that to the west is Swansea (the farthest 

 point is Worm's Head) ; inland one can make out 

 the Gwaelo de Garth and the high ground by Dowlais, 

 while far inland the Brecon Hills are clearly dis- 

 cernible. It is a curious view by night. Right 

 opposite are the twin lighthouses which warn the 

 mariner to keep clear of the treacherous Nash Sand ; 

 to the east a lightship off Penarth and the light on 

 the Flat Holmes seem close at hand ; but the first 

 thing that catches the eye is the long range of 

 electric lights on the docks at Barry and Penarth. 

 Then the ironworks can be distinguished as one 



