Watching the fulmars fly

We walked to Brixham which was looking very Maltese though I have never been there.
A robin (extra) joined us for lunch at the Fishcombe Cove Cafe, and we went on to the Berry Head quarry to watch the fulmars fly, as their chicks waited (extra). ‘He”d rather be watching the fulmars fly’ is a line from a favourite song - ‘He was never any good with money’ by Martin Simpson..
All round brilliant retirement day