"Come to Glass Beach", she whispered. "Come to see the colours created by the God of the Sea. Years of sculpting away the rubbish left by man, to create something of infinite beauty". She stared past me, ancient headdress intact.

"Glass baubles float all around...man's discarded rubbish is Poseidon's treasure..." her words were pacifying but said with infinite sadness.

"This was my favourite beach for centuries - many came to worship me here. It was a holy place. Then men came and left rubbish all over my precious and scared beach. I was so sad. I blew away all the rubbish into tiny fragments, a long long time ago", she looked down, "all that was left was broken glass. I begged my husband to sculpt them into something of beauty. To reverse the destruction wrought on my sacred beach. He would only do it if he could keep me here forever. To be the guardian of this beach. To be a prisoner here. I agreed to the pact." she turned to me, tears glistening, "worship my Glass Beach, please?"