IV FURTHEST WEST AND FURTHEST SOUTH IT has been the invariable creed of every writer on Cornwall that visitors seeing the Land's End for the first time must be disappointed with it. Dis- appointment there may be after a very cursory inspection, but it is evanescent. It only lasts as one approaches across the flat ugly ground where sodden patches of raw earth lie in ridges, and the dun walls of the unsightly hotel present their dreariest side to the newcomers. Particularly is this so in the height of the season, when public vehicles of every variety and degree of manginess decorate the landscape and the picture-postcard craze is at its strongest. But those who stay long enough to see the place quietly or those who visit it in the winter when there are few disturbers of the peace, tell another story. The reef of broken and pinkish tinged granite, decorated by weird streaks of brilliant yellow 51
