One of my favourite things as a child (still is, actually!) was to sit on the seashore watching the wildlife. Seals basking on the rocks, otters floating on the waves and most of all, the noisy, constantly-moving community of seabirds swooping and diving. My favourite breed (after the Puffins, obviously!) are the Gannets. Snuggled against the cliffs, they are sleek and elegant, but it’s when they’re in the air that they really impress; the way they fold back their white wings and plunge into the water for a fish – so dramatic, you hold your breath, waiting for it to reappear. They always do, of course. Good for the Gannets, perhaps not so good for the fish…