An extensive district of this south-west corner, _Les Quenvais_, is a record of the devastation of the hurricane in the fifteenth century. In _St. Ouen’s_ Bay, as in Loughneagh, in Ireland, it is believed that ruins of houses and walls are visible at low ebb. The village was overwhelmed, and all the people drowned, for decoying, by false beacons, some Spanish argosies that then foundered on the rocks. The wreckers plundered and plunged them into the deep. As they were by Bacchanalian orgies celebrating the anniversary of the wreck, the sea rolled in and overwhelmed the sinners and their ville beneath its waves. And there spreads out its arc of nearly three miles the flat bay of St. Ouen, from the rock of _La Corbière_ to that of _Le Tac_, or _La Crevasse_. The bay shore consists almost entirely of round hillocks of mica-quartz sand (the relics be sure of the _avenging_ elements), profusely covered by long marine grasses, to the fine stems of which myriads of tiny univalves are adhering. The sea holly, eryngo, is in the most brilliant flowering; its blossom, of the purest cerulean blue, may rival in Jersey the brightest exotic of the greenhouse. The Great and Little Sandbanks lie off the bay, and nearer are the fine group of _La Rocca_, and the _Gorden_ tower in the bight. The quaint ancient church of St. Ouen is on the brow and close by the venerable manor-house, and there is a fresh-water marsh lake, _La Mara_. And here Sir Philip de Carteret was fishing in the olden time, when he was attacked by a French troop; but he escaped by leaping his horse over a chasm near La Val de la Charriere, the animal falling dead as he reached his home. A giant rock stands alone at Le Tac and _La Pinnacle_, 100 feet high at the extreme point, both very fine studies. A recluse may lodge at Le Tac, almost out of the world. The road abruptly winds from the beach over the hill, and on the downs we are at the hamlets of _Grosnez_ and _Vincelez_. Cape Grosnez, “_the great nose_,” points half a mile to the left, the boldest cliff of the islet. The rocks are of magnificent proportions, 300 feet deep, and almost perpendicular. The gate arch of the very ancient castle of Grosnez, its origin believed to be Roman, and the home of Le Carteret, in the æra of the Plantagenets, stands alone on its green platform. From it the whole group of islets to the north-west forms an exquisite little picture. From the “_Stone Plank_,” lying across a deep rock ravine, a youth fell, and was washed to sea, in sight of his friends assembled at a pic-nic.