How can I give you a sense of what it means to draw on Bass Rock?
At the landing point there is the cry of a peregrine overhead.
Climbing through the ruined castle, we face down the malevolence of the watching herring gulls.
Ascending, we are forced from the path because it has been taken over by nesting gannets. Gannets nest everywhere, covering the slopes, two or three feet apart, the length of a neck and beak.
I drew this, perched myself on a ridiculous three legged stool that sank unstably into the guano enriched mud that covered the rock.
Here are other quick line sketches I did of gannets stalking past.