I adore gulls. Not necessarily when they are swooping down from above and stealing your child’s sandwich out of his hands, but rather when they are whirling and hunting and calling out to one another as they ride the waves of the air. Nothing declares more...
There is nothing so lovely as the seaside just after the summer season has ended. The weather turns from bathing-suits-and-sunscreen to sweatshirts and rolled-up jeans, and we spend the mornings playing horseshoes on the beach and flying kites. The gulls swoop and...
