The beach would be beautiful if the few buildings were not here. But they do not exactly mar the scene; they merely alter it. In their weather-beaten quaintness, they take a scene that could have said "nature unspoiled by man" and make of it "nature inhabited by man too lightly to spoil it."

As you stand on the bright sand, gazing about, a flock of terns appear over a ridge. Swirling lower, they land on the sand.

All of them turn to stare at you, then begin wandering off in clumps. You have clearly been dismissed.