Anglesey 



flapping out over the sea and uttering his deep, 

 mirthless " Ha-ha-ha-ha I " 



As I saw kittiwakes nesting well down the front 

 of the cliff, and guillemots entering and leaving the 

 rocks, I set myself to find a way down. The only 

 way of approach, I found, was at the west end of 

 the cliff. Here the cliff is suddenly shorn off in a 

 perpendicular wall which has the appearance of a great 

 fault. By going inland, however, descent may be 

 made by a steep incline into a valley, and following 

 this seaward, one passes beneath this western aspect 

 of the cliffs to a long slanting slab of rock running 

 down to the rock-strewn shore. Shore, however, in 

 the proper sense of the word, there is none only 

 a wilderness of great blocks of slimy, weed-grown, 

 tide-eaten rock, piled up in angular masses presenting 

 surfaces in every plane but the useful horizontal. 

 Work can only be done here on a falling tide, for 

 there is a deep gully running up to the foot of the 

 cliffs, and here the tide remains later, and arrives 

 earlier, than at other points. Having crossed this 

 gully, the work of clambering over the blocks begins. 

 A length of rope, with which to sling the camera case 

 from one block to another, and to draw it up and let 

 it down the ledges, is absolutely necessary. It will 

 require an hour to cross a space which might be passed 

 over in two minutes on level ground, by which time 

 you will probably have sunk to your knees in water- 

 filled basins thatched with specious weed, and shown 

 the soles of your feet to every point of the compass 



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