This lane reminds me of something out of a Charles Dickson's book. Cobbles holding in the secrets of the years past. Hellish to walk on in heels though.
Now here is a lovely wee lane it would seem, the seabed!
When the tide goes out some adventurous, some would say foolish souls race with the tide and walk along the bed before she washes back in and sweeps them away. It would too, the currents in these waters are fierce. How they get back up to dry land, I do not know.
Never mistake the stillness and reflections in the water, it will always know better than you, underneath is a swirling whirling current. Even the boats do not come up this far in the water only big tankers for the current is so strong.