Last week I was in East Gippsland with Anna visiting her mum's two lovely goats. We took a day trip down to Lakes Entrance. It was a windy day and the deep grey storm clouds were gathering in the distance, threatening us with a drenching. Along the wall by the harbour a line of seagulls stood, equally distanced so as not to intrude on each others begging ground, hoping for a chip or two. When they realised no chips were coming their way they opened their wings and were immediately carried backwards by the strong gusts and skillfully played on the air currents. It looked fun. I wanted to be a seagull.