The Gannets were diving in numbers in Campbeltown Loch first thing this morning. It’s always a beautiful sight. And particularly now, after the avian flu that has devastated seabird populations.

They make quite a splash, even from a small distance, when they are all plunging down, like a flash of white torpedos.

I hope they recover fully.

Funnily enough, last Saturday I was at my Dad’s house in Newark, and we had lunch at a cafe called “Gannets”. Very nice it was too. But Newark is a long way from the sea by British standards. No fish on the menu.

I wonder why it got that name? And does it really matter?

We put a lot of stock on choosing names, but at the end of the day we don’t really judge anything, a person, a cafe, a bird, a band or a building, because of what it is called.

We value them because of what they add to our experience of living in the world.

Ya gotta love a boy named Sue.