The great white seagull unfurled its wings, flaring them with a monstrous panache and ruffling its feathers as if to hammer home its dominance. It had a disdainful glint in its beady eye as it peered down its Romanesque beak at me. It was a bully and determined to ruin my afternoon beside the coast of Yorkshire’s ‘most forgotten seaside town’.
I’d visited Withernsea , in East Yorkshire, and was attempting to have a relaxing meal and take in the crisp satin-blue oceanic views which seemed never-ending. That is until a beastly school of seagulls became determined to ruin my sense of tranquillity. I heard them zoom through the air with a low piercing ‘keow’ which felt like a warning shot.
The gulls’ dark shadowy outlines swept across my table, forming a stark contrast to the beaming sunshine. The sun had been intense that day, I’d later discover it had a bite in its glare as I returned home beet red, my skin agonised by the trauma the exposure had brought about the next day. Read more: Yorkshire's 'forgotten seaside town' tourists always miss off the map My only concern in this moment was for my lunch, a bagel and coffee, I’d bought from the reasonably priced Castle Café.
Quick as a flash, the pernicious bird of prey lunged towards my table, making a grab for my bottle of ketchup. I decided to retreat from the table, shaken by the ferocity and swagger of the winged creature. It looked at me with venom, and let out a malicious caw, as if to say: "You may have .