Puffins at three o’clock!’ The gleeful exclamation from tour guide Cat Johnson has me – and three dozen other excited seabird spotters – reaching for our cameras and jostling for the best view from the boat.
Buffeted by the choppy Firth of Forth, we’re about to watch the opening scene in one of nature’s most wondrous love stories. A spectacle that enhances the magic of the rugged Scottish coastline.
For eight long months, the pair of puffins now bobbing about before us, off Craigleith island near North Berwick, had been lost to one another.
The hunt for food had sent each of them
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