Tuesday 06/06/06 - morning

Mrs B received one more guest, and he didn't come until after midnight. She was not best pleased, and when she's not pleased, you'd better hide. The poor chap apologised his way in the door, and out of the door again at 6.40. I am awake myself at that hour, and cannot sleep, so I join mrs B downstairs for a bacon roll. It's a brilliantly sunny morning, and at this early hour, the sun shines through the back window until 7 o'clock. The ferry departs for the mainland at 7.25, with the workers in the fish factory slowly ambling up the causeway. High cloud moves across the sky during the morning, obscuring the sun by 11 o'clock. A starling chick had left the nest, but it can't fly properly. A dirty big seagull alights on top of the caravan, slavers and swoops down to carry the hapless creature away for his elevenses. Two hoodie crows quickly speed to the scene of carnage on a nearby rooftop. This totally silences the excited chattering in the clematis, where the starlings were nesting. Mrs B is distraught, I'm kicking myself for not chasing the gull away.