How could puffins fail to enchant? A boat trip to Skomer Island of the Pembrokeshire coast inspired me . . it was nesting season and all the burrows were alive with little calls from the young as the puffin parents headed inshore in their dozens, beaks filled with one of their daily dozens of sandeel hauls for their varacious young. This chap is looking out to sea, stoical and ready to take off for the next fishing trip.