When I think of Brighton, what jumps into my mindis not the grey, roaring sea against a cold, silver sky.Nor the colourful lights of the Brighton Pier that shinedeep into the night. Nor the music of the merry-go-roundthat knows of no sorrow, no age. Nor the smell of fishand chips, battered and soaked in the salty sea air. It is the ubiquitous presence of the seagulls. Their … [Read more...] about Seagulls, By: Hongwei Bao