Isle of WightMoncrieff, A. R. Hope (Ascott Robert Hope)
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Isle of Wight
Moncrieff, A. R. Hope (Ascott Robert Hope)
Isle of Wight (England) -- Description and travel
No vegetation clothes any part of this rude hollow, whose flanks
are in a state of continual decay. They are mostly composed of very
dark blue clay, through which at intervals run horizontal strata of
bright yellow sandstone, about 12 or 15 feet thick, which naturally
divide into square blocks, and have exactly the appearance of vast
courses of masonry built at different heights to sustain the
mouldering hill. What has been hitherto described may be called the
upper part of the chine, for on descending to the seashore we find
that the stratum of ironstone already mentioned, forms a cornice
from whose edge the rill falls perpendicularly 74 feet. As the
substratum is of a softer material than the ironstone, being a
black indurated clay, the action of the fall has worn it into a
hollow, shining with a dusky polish from damp, and stained with the
deep greens of aquatic lichens, or the ferruginous tinge of
chalybeate exudations. The silver thread of water which falls
through the air in the front of this singular cove is, when the
wind blows fresh, twisted into most fantastic and waving curves;
and not seldom caught by the eddy and carried up unbroken to a
height greater than that from whence it fell, and at last
dissipated into mist. When a south-west wind creates a heavy swell
on the shore, the echo of the sound of the waves in this gloomy
recess is truly astonishing, and has exactly the effect of a deep
subterraneous roar issuing from the bottom of the cave. When sudden
heavy rains or the melting of snows increase the quantity of water
in the fall, the scenery of this spot must be more striking than
most in England.
Half a mile behind Blackgang Chine lies the village of Chale, whose grey
church tower stands among the grass-grown graves of many a drowned
mariner, that seem an imitation in miniature of the half-buried rocks
and mounds of the Undercliff. Chale is a resort on its small scale, with
some good old houses and fine scenes to attract visitors, not to speak
of a chalybeate well on the strength of which the place once aspired to
become a spa; and Dr Dabbs’ opinion is emphatic that its bracing air
deserves a success Chale has not yet commanded in rivalry to Shanklin or
Ventnor. Its patients may at least make sure of having their fill of the
south-west wind, that gives such a leeward lurch to hardier trees now
that they are out of shelter in the Undercliff’s sun-trap.
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