Heading east past a recently deceased seagull, presumably struck by a vehicle. A slightly unusual spectacle in contrast to the common road fatality of pigeons et al. The bird lies upside down, wings spread wide, resembling a downed aircraft. The pure white chest exposed to the morning light, topped with a burst of blood, recalling the work of Ralph Steadman. A violent demise on a quiet sunlit Bank Holiday in the autumn (if not winter) of the dying year.