Picture, if you will, that the green continues about 20 feet to the left at which point the road I drive along is there. This area slopes towards you to up to a clubhouse about 100 metres behind you and the course extends another 1/2 km to the right. So, every morning I enter the picture over at the left and drive towards and past you.
(Things like this make me *yearn* for August, when I'll be able to afford the digital camera but for now, you'll just have to use your imagination because.....)
...every morning, this entire expanse of manicured golf heaven is dotted with countless seagulls.
Never within at least 30 feet of each other. No discernable pattern.
Silent.
Unmoving.
Every day, facing the same direction.
Usually, I wave at them - to tell the truth it's a bit disconcerting. Yesterday though, in a heavy fog, it was downright fucking eerie.
Sometimes, I'm tempted to just pull over and go join them. Maybe they already know something I need to learn.