Fish, films and wind farms

The call of the kittiwake.

A British high street. A WHSmith, a Costa, a row of shuttered warehouses.

Flocks of kittiwakes.

Rows of spikes and thick nets on rooftops and windows have done little to deter the small white gulls arrayed along almost every building.

Ledges above shopfronts are draped with drying seaweed, hanging in matted tendrils baked grey in the sun. Without even need…