This path leads down to a hidden cove, a creasant shaped bay. Steep rocky black stone walls, drop raggedly into the churning sea. But in the center of the creasant are carven steps that lead from a small round mable grecian temple...down down into the wild ocean. In the churning sea you notice the heads and upper torso of swimmers, anglaur strangely beautiful men and woman. Who seen perfectly at home on the wildly moving waters.