Sun. Sky. And Seagulls.

It is very probable that seagulls were flying and singing above my head as I was being born, in a house overlooking Scarborough Harbour.

Certainly they flew and sang above and landed on the roof of my attic bedroom in that house for the first and formative years of my life.

So I am delighted that they now sing and fly above my current home. And nest on it. And on the houses opposite, where I can watch and photograph them whenever I want.