You are now right at the base of the Western most mountain of the Tir, a unactive volcano by all appearances. Tropical forest grows thickly on the South side of the slopes, running down into the main mass of forest that covers almost half of the Tir.
The Western side of the volcano-mountain crumbles down into jagged rocks that litter the coast like broken, blackened teeth. Beginning at the base of the mountain and stretching on to the North of the landform is samphire covered dunes. Beyond the dunes you can see, squinting and perched on one of the large, black boulders, a grassy flat further south.
The beach Northwards becomes narrower until it joins the flats. There a sheer drop greets the ocean, the cliffs creating a very definate barrier between the land and the sea.

As you walk closer to the rocks you notice a silvery sparkle across them like crushed diamond. Your curiosity prodded you amble over to have a closer look.
The jet stone has a fine layer of crystals scattered over the surface, leaving it looking like it's dusted with frost. On a guess you run a finger over the rough transparent crystal and lick a finger, spitting suddenly and violently.
You were right it *IS* salt!

Despite the saline nature of the rock's ornamentation it really is a pretty scene, the scudding grey clouds over now slightly stormy surf, while framing the neutral toned scene are the jagged stones, shimmering slighly in their saline dusting when an errant sunbeam shivers through the clouds.
This set aside that breeze is getting cold. You could try scrambling up the mountain side to warm up and find shelter, head for the dunes to use them as as a wind break or head along the coast to the sunnier area you can see Southwards.