The Spear of Ivan, on which the Castle stands, is a headland running well out into the sea.

It is quite a peculiar place--a sort of headland on a headland, jutting out into a deep, wide bay, so that, though it is a promontory, it is as far away from the traffic of coast life as anything you can conceive.

The main promontory is the end of a range of mountains, and looms up vast, towering over everything, a mass of sapphire blue.

I can well understand how the country came to be called the "Land of the Blue Mountains," for it is all mountains, and they are all blue! The coast-line is magnificent--what is called "iron-bound"-- being all rocky; sometimes great frowning precipices; sometimes jutting spurs of rock; again little rocky islets, now and again clad with trees and verdure, at other places stark and bare.

Elsewhere are little rocky bays and indentations--always rock, and often with long, interesting caves.