Not far from Caernarvon a sandbank commences, extending for miles up the Menai, towards Bangor, and dividing the strait into two.
I went to the Castle Inn which fronts the square or market-place, and being shown into a room ordered some brandy-and-water, and sat down.

Two young men were seated in the room.

I spoke to them and received civil answers, at which I was rather astonished, as I found by the tone of their voices that they were English.

The air of one was far superior to that of the other, and with him I was soon in conversation.

In the course of discourse he informed me that being a martyr to ill-health he had come from London to Wales, hoping that change of air, and exercise on the Welsh hills, would afford him relief, and that his friend had been kind enough to accompany him.