We were 500 metres from a pair of geese and their chick on the shore at Njardvik, when the parents flew out over the sea in a great flapping, honking noise, while the little one slipped into the rocks and did not move. It really did not move.

Shh! Not a word!

After five minutes, the parents were floating offshore, watching us. After fifteen minutes, we left. It was the only thing for it.