The gulls grakked their annoyance at my intrusion but I glared at them and let them get on with their flying practice.
A couple of walkers (the strange tribe who reckon that walking along the cliffs involves Himalayan strength boots and 20 layers of waterproof, breathable clothing, not to mention the weird sticks!) were patrolling my spot so I glared at them as well until they moved off and continued their 50 mile hike along the coast.
I was armed with a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, oh, and a camera, and I settled down to have a half hour perch.
And that's about it really.
Perch = an elevated place to sit and rest.
Where is yours?