Seagulls Over the Supermarket

On the way out looking up over the roof at a gaggle of seagulls sqwaking urgently overhead against a clear blue sky. It put me in mind a quayside of a seaside town in Cornwall when the fishing boats come in. Frantic diving and an urgency of these solid white birds. I imagined the boats bobbing on their moorings, a mixture of pleasure boats all white and sparking and working fishing vessels dark and weathered, men with broad accents and wind-whipped red faces, the cool unphaseable gazes of men who work with the elements. Sunshine glinting off the sea, big nets, lobster pots and ladies in flowery aprons. And when I looked back down I was still in the sainsbury's carpark with four bags of shopping to lug back home.