Woke up in London this week to the sound of confused seagulls outside of our house, flying in the sky, miles from the sea. It's a sound I grew up with, one I took for granted and one that was part of daily life before I made the move south. It didn't half make me homesick.
Discover my Cosy Crimes & Historical Sagas
Discover my Cosy Crimes & Historical Sagas
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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Seagulls always remind me of my grandparents - lots of summer hol trips to Weston-super-Mare.
Seagulls always remind of the McDonalds parking lots here in North America.
seagulls are shitehawks! nasty screechy things. yeuch.
and they are GREEDY!
sorry seagulls. i don't care. ;-)
Noisy seagulls make me homesick for North Wales where I grew up. Canadian seagulls are very quiet in comparison.
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