The plage is very new.  There is a nice clean hotel, with broad piazzas and balconies directly on the sea and a few chalets are already built, but there is an absolute dearth of trees and shade.  There was quite a strong sea-breeze the day we were there, and the fine white sand was blown high into the air in circles, getting into our eyes and hair.  There is a splendid beach—­miles of sand—­not a rock or cliff—­absolutely level.  The domain of Hardelot belongs to a company of which Mr. John Whitley was the president.  He had concessions for a tramway from Boulogne to Hardelot which will certainly bring people to the plage and club.  Now there is only an auto-bus, which goes very slowly and is constantly out of order; once the club is organized, I think it cannot fail to be a charming resort.  There is plenty of game in the forest (they have a good piece of it), perfect golf and tennis grounds—­as much deep-sea fishing as one wants.  We went often to tea at the chateau.  F. played golf, and we walked about and sat under the trees, and the children were quite happy playing on the lawns where they were as safe as in their nurseries.