Crossing the railway to the harbour, a footpath brings us to some old white-washed cottages, “The Folly Houses,” as they are called (but why I know not), where a young dealer (Griffiths) lives, of whom some good specimens may often be got. Continuing the footpath to the edge of the cliff, we descend by rugged green-sand steps again to the favourite collecting ground, Eastwear Bay.

Slowly the bright green tide is quitting the flat shore, and leaving again exposed the dark blue clay, dotted with black phosphatic nodes and glittering iridescent shells, washed clean and bright. Daily may you pick up hundreds of these ancient inhabitants of the sea; gather the crop as clean as you will, there will be another harvest for you when the next tide falls. Here are Inocerami, or “fibre-shells,” in abundance. Two species, the Inoceramus sulcatus and Inoceramus concentricus—the furrowed and concentric are particularly characteristic of the gault.