Seagulls Wheeling

Seagulls wheeling over the end of the pier at Lower Largo and the rocks opposite.

Standing on the pier and looking at the scene, with the waves crashing in and a strong wind blowing, I remembered a couple of lines from the poem 'Sea Fever'.

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
John Masefield

Herring and black-headed gulls sitting at the end of the pier.