Summer 1968.


“Quick,” shouted my friend Bruce, as his car skidded to a stop!

‘I’ve got a bird you got to see at Rossi’s ice cream parlour Southend!’

‘Get in’ shouted Bruce, we drove at the speed of the wind, Bruce puce in the face looking like ET with a rash.

We finally arrived. I was somewhat concerned when Bruce got his binoculars out and hid behind a wall, ‘Can you see it? ‘Can you see it?’

‘What?’ I said.

‘It’s a Ring Billed Gull!’ said Bruce.

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