Chapter 11March 1995
The seagull I had been watching with intense vigilance took off as soon as Connie approached it, expanding its vast wings and flapping away out of sight. There were three more of them up ahead, perched on the cliff face, and I could almost have sworn that they were surveying me just as I was them. Connie turned back to me and rolled her eyes.
“They’re f*****g birds,” she grumbled, her voice laced with exasperation. “At this rate we’re going to reach the others sometime tomorrow.”
“I’m telling you, Con. They’re getting bolder. Little shits.”
“They’re harmless. Seriously. Just ignore them and hurry up.” At the sound of her voice, one of the gulls squabbled loudly before taking off, and his two companions followed him. I edged further up the path to where she stood wi
