Sunday, April 03, 2005

Puffins at Hermaness

... Jonathan joined us, thoughtfully bringing with him a bottle of pale-yellow Glenmorangie, the nectar of the Gods.'Now,' said Jonathan, after he had sipped approvingly, 'tomorrow we go up to the white rocks - that's the headland of Hermaness and a great gannet colony. So we'll climb down the cliff - ''Just a minute,' I interrupted. 'What cliff? Nobody said anything about a cliff to me.''It's just a cliff,' said Jonathan airily. 'All the different species of bird breed on it - guillemots, puffins, kittiwakes and so on. It's one of the biggest breeding colonies of seabirds in the Northern Hemisphere.''What about this cliff?' I asked, not to be distracted.'Well, we've got to get down it,' said Jonathan, 'or we can't film the birds.''How high is it?' 'Not really high,' he replied evasively.


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