It wasnt too bad when we got to the cliffs and she managed to appreciate the birds and we took some great pictures
There was one upsetting moment when a Black Backed Gull managed to grab a Puffin Chick from a burrow and then proceeded to try and down it in one only 5m from a crowd of us. There were gasps from the people around and some ladies were shouting at it to put it down. My arm was gripped tight by Carole who was nearly sobbing but I did manage to console her afterwards (This was the main topic on the return journey about how terrible the Gulls are). The hour on the island seemed to whizz by and soon we were heading back to the boat where once again Carole was absolutely hammered by the Terns but at least no deposits were left as there were plenty that did receive the white bombardment treatment.
The next day she did complain about her head hurting but personally I think it was the bottle of wine that was demolished when we got home.