George, the seagull, and a nameless driver
Taking responsibility
When I left St. Michael's Mount the tide was back and boats ran between the castle and the mainland. As soon as the boat left, George (in the middle) took his place on the brigde. And he really looked like this was his god-given job, like he had to take care for the boat. When the odd job of dropping people began, George took off. But of course: He returned as his ship went to sea again.