Cunning Herring Gulls– One of mum’s favourite sights, along the prom at Bexhill-on-Sea, is to watch the gulls prizing shells off the rocks at low tide, flying up above the shingle beach and dropping the shells, repeatedly, until they crack open and they can eat the flesh. Later, parked along the front among many other cars, an even cannier adult and juvenile somehow spotted that I was eating a sandwich in the car, flew immediately down, and stood on the bonnet, their beaks against the windscreen, squawking at me for food! Such adaptable scavengers. Conditions: Blue skies and cold air. Temperature: Max 6- Min -2c.