The town of Kirkcaple of which and its adjacent parish of Portincross my father was the minister lies on a hillside above the little bay of Caple and looks squarely out on the North Sea Round the horns of land which enclose the bay the coast shows on either side a battlement of stark red cliffs through which a burn or two makes a pass to the waters edge The bay itself is ringed with fine clean sands where we lads of the burgh school loved to bath...
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