Four oystercatchers squeak-squeak-squabbling again at Stevenston Point Between them one stubborn clam unmoved we pause as we pass them my dog has no time for gossip ears splayed blonde wings at her temples she dives her long body into rough yellow grasses I call out warn her again about ticks she takes no notice Ailsa Craig our local Olympian looks this way I wave but she is busy with gannets Poem note Written at Stevenston Point, North Ayrshire. A spoken-word poem by Claire