Ned and I stroll along the crowded promenade, and decide to invest in a bag of freshly made doughnuts. We get them straight out of the hot oil and begin to eat them with caution. I've just taken a small bite when I feel a light tap on my shoulder, and with singular cheek and cunning, one of the giant gulls that mob the sea-front is trying to make off with my doughnut. Greedy instincts mean I cling onto the deep-fried treat, but a split-second later, as I realise what has happened, I launch the gull-chewed remnant after the thieving bird, and it's partner in crime swoops in and snatches the broken ring out of the air. Nearby pedestrians are quite amazed by the spectacle, and I suspect that seagull-punching might be frowned upon, even if it were likely that an attempt might succeed. It's hard though, not to laugh at the sheer cheek and audacity of my avine assailant.