'Far's ma denner, Mither?'

She speaks Aberdeen Doric, because she's at Fowlesheugh (RSPB) Cliffs. For the rest of us, 'Where's my dinner, Mother?', of course.

She spent several moments squeaking at us, as we manoeuvred towards the cliff edge. We also watched Guillemots, Razorbills and Puffins. And there were Fulmars fulming and Gannets diving...! I caught one very imperious Herring Gull swearing at me from the cliff edge.