On the other side I nearly lost my breath. A narrow isthmus, edged with black sand, ran across to a tremendous confusion of shelving desert and outcrops of dark rock, and peaks that began with rose madder and amethyst and ended far away in a pale periwinkle blue. The sea on one side of the isthmus, to my right, was a sullen heaving mass of prussian blue and indigo. On the other side it was bottle green and viridian, foaming and sparkling under a stiff breeze. Not a building of any sort, not a single person, to be seen in the whole panorama; even though there were cart tracks on what remained of the dirt road. I did one sketch, keeping the tone keyed up high this time. Then I went down to get nearer the black sand and the faster and lighter water on my left. Somebody had taken a sports car down to a part of the beach that had been hidden from me before. This part was almost like a cove and it had light yellow sand in place of the black stuff farther along. And nearer, now coming into view, were two massive clumps of rock of a curious hot burnt-umber shade.
