You see some sign of hoofed prints in the dirt covering parts of the old roadway -- this is obviously used by some creature. From their size, and the occasional scat, you would guess goats.
As you are looking at the road surface, you hear a human voice utter a swear, which Eric's Grandmother forbids me from transcribing, and one...no, two...other men laughing. From the sound of it, somewhere to the south, hidden from your view, another party is on the road. And, as did you, it seems that they discovered the goat (?) dung....in their case, by a man stepping in it.
It seems likely that the road leads back toward the beach, although you cannot see it all for the twists and the folds in the land, as well as the scrub brush, which limits your vision somewhat. You can certainly see the rise that leads over the cliff's edge, and you think you can see where the roadway meets it. There might be other branches not visible from where you are, though.
You'd guess that the people you can hear are about 1-2,000 yards down the south road.
[Probably best to let everyone chime in before moving on now.]