sounds like something out of childhood fantasy world, you walk across mudflats during low tide and come onto a grassy knoll with a wooded hill in the back, opening up onto a cliff with a view of the unsullied atlantic.
I'm planning on checking this out tomorrow, I'm hoping it's not another dump with a bunch of old farts having cookouts and walking their dogs about.
I'm hoping that because you have to walk through mud or boat to get to it that it's pretty deserted.
