I love seagulls. I think they are beautiful and enchanting birds that get a bad time from humans. The sound and the sight of a seagull epitomise for many the very essence of a British seaside holiday. They appear on postcards, tea towels and souvenir trinkets and yet they are chased, pelted with stones or handfuls of sand and sworn at just because they display the very human tendency to try it on and make a living in the easiest way they can. I really don’t know whether that happens in the States or not but the world over, for me there is nothing as lovely as seeing the flash of white seagull wing against the clear blue sky.