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THE FERN WORLD 
Nursed in such congenial spots the tiny spore-life soon deve- 
lops into the rich fulness of the glossy frond, and from its 
shady nook looks out upon the glancing waves. 
Following our tortuous coast-line, we soon emerge upon 
the beautiful and appropriately named bay of Broadsands, so 
styled because the tide recedes a long way back, leaving a 
noble breadth of sandy beach. Continuing our way along 
this beach, we at its southern end again mount the cliff and 
follow the narrow coastguardsman’s path for some distance — 
our direction being now eastwards — until we come upon 
Silver Cove. But there is very much to admire and enjoy 
between this little journey from Broadsands to Silver Cove. 
The jagged indented coast-line is a study in itself. The red 
sandstone beautifully contrasts with its own cliff-top covering 
of grass and Brake, of gorse and heather, with the grassy 
tufts mantling its sides, and with the blue sea dashing upon a 
beach on which lie scattered here and there rocks in rough 
masses, covered with their mantle of seaweed. 
A lovely spot is Silver Cove. We pass across its white 
shingly border, and follow along under the red sandstone 
cliffs for some distance, clambering over huge blocks of 
scattered rocks, now encountering a brief patch of shingle 
which affords a somewhat smoother path, and now and 
then lighting on a tiny shingle cove. On our route we 
find here and there, where jutting rocks afford the favoured 
canopy in which the plant delights, tufts of the Sea Spleen- 
wort. 
Now at length the cliff becomes too steep, and the rough 
beach too rugged to permit of our pursuing our way along 
under the rocks. So we mount to the cliff-path of the coast- 
guardsman, and after following it for a short distance, we 
find ourselves on the height overlooking Thurston Cove. 
We descend the steep side of this cove and then through a 
winding path between Bracken and gorse we find ourselves 
