Morning Call, Brighton

Stayed in Brighton at Hotel du Vin, scene of yesterday's lost afternoon.

My room was right up in the eaves of the roof, with an east-facing window. The weather was good so I slept with the window wide open.

I'd declined an alarm call, but got one anyway from this very insistent gull. The gull stood right outside my window, squawking its head off. I went to have a shower and when I came back in the room, the gull was inside the room, on the table (which was right next to the window -- what the bottles in the foreground are sat on). While I was scrabbling around to get my camera, it nonchalantly strode out back onto the sill, turned round, and started squawking at me again.