A better opportunity I could not have had of viewing this really terrific headland,
as I ran close round it at the back of the breakers, opening out point after point.
The mountainous sea left by the recent gale was breaking in sheets of foam
upon its sharp pointed rocks, and sending white spray fifty to sixty feet up
its high and inaccessible cliffs of dark clay-slate. Lit by the last rays of the
setting sun, "twas a scene to be remembered, magnificently beautiful."
Source: The First Landfall, David J. Molloy, Breakwater