The seagulls dominate the town in the early hours, particularly above the empty streets where they scavenge for litter. They are nesting and soar and dive and squabble with each other over territory and food. In the sky they are magnificent. I saw seven of them in a makeshift skein, white and majestic high above the castle. On the ground they are huge, and somewhat scary. They are part and parcel of a seaside place like this. Though more jetsam we discard the more they will breed.
A rook sits on the rooftop opposite, preening. And I can see a gull resting on a distant chimney pot. The sea looks straight and calm.
I finished it. A restful day today, I think, till the next one begins again tomorrow.
