Caution do not feed the seagulls!
We took no notice of the sign, although I wouldn’t call it feeding them: a single chip had fallen to the ground and as if in slow-motion it seemed fifty scavengers were flying at me- talons out; wings outstretched; beaks open; battle cry raging!
I started sprinting, panting, spilling chips- to my horror there was now a flock of enraged, hungry beasts chasing me! In a desperate motion, I made a dash towards the souvenir shop- locked, Sainsburys- no food allowed. Finally giving up, I begrudgingly threw my fish and chips at the floor.