‘What’s that?’ There is a most remarkable sound coming out of Daisy’s rucksack. ‘Flamingos.’ says Daisy unperturbed. ‘Oh,’ , I say blinking. ‘Noisy aren’t they.’ ‘I had seagulls before’, says Daisy ‘but that made things a bit difficult at the seaside.’. I can see her point. We are in St Ives in Cornwall and the sky is tattered with gulls. Having their cry as a ringtone on one’s phone might be more than a bit confusing. A lot of missed […]