Imagine Skomer on steroids and you still won’t get close to envisioning quite how good the Puffins on Lunga are. From rafts numbering hundreds of birds on your approach things only get better, culminating in you sitting on the cliffs surrounded by these curious looking creatures as thousands more circulate above and below. They are so completely fearless that we merely become another obstacle to be negotiated allowing intimate observations that simply beggar belief. And I’m writing this having visited several times previously but each time I return I’m completely bowled over anew.
The story of this particular trip is even more special than most but that can wait. Here I want to simply focus on the Puffins, Razorbills, Guillemots and Shags which call this island home. It won’t surprise you to hear that I completely flattened my camera battery thus were the photographic opportunities, perhaps a saving grace from untold hours spent in edit. I literally didn’t know which way to look next.
Words and photos alone can’t do justice to quite how spectacular Lunga is. It’s one of those places which just has to be experienced first hand to truly appreciate. What I can do though is tell you a little more about our day, what else we saw and how we came to be marooned on the island with just eight other souls. It’s a pretty epic tail.