The seabird season is in full swing now. The cliffs are alive with activity—eggs nestled safely beneath proud parents, and in just a few short weeks, tiny chicks will begin to appear, taking their first breaths in a world shaped by wind, waves, and wild instinct.

The Farne Islands are always special—but at this time of year, they are utterly unforgettable.

You don’t just see the Farnes—you feel them. The crash of the waves, the whirl of wings overhead, the constant, chaotic chorus of life. And yes, the smell too—pungent, earthy, real. It’s nature turned up to full volume.

We do our best to offer a great experience aboard our boats, but truthfully, it’s the islands themselves—and the thousands of seabirds that call them home—that make each trip extraordinary. You could fumble your lines, lose your voice, even spill your tea—but when a wall of guillemots bursts into motion or a puffin zips past like a flying football, none of that matters. It’s all forgiven the moment nature takes centre stage.

There’s nothing quite like watching guests catch sight of their first puffin. That wide-eyed wonder, the joy on their faces—it never gets old. Or the laughter when a seal lifts a flipper as if it’s waving hello. Those are the moments that remind me why I love what I do.

People often ask if I ever take this place for granted. Honestly? Never. I count myself incredibly lucky to work in one of the most spectacular locations on Earth. It doesn’t feel like a job—it’s a privilege. And every single day brings something new. A few weeks ago, I was the first to spot the orcas returning. That moment will stay with me for the rest of my life.

I know some folks prefer the predictability of office life, and fair play to them. But for me, this—salt in the air, seabirds above, the hum of the boat beneath my feet—is where I’m meant to be. Yes, the route is familiar, and yes, the commentary doesn’t change much. But the wildlife? That’s always full of surprises.

Back to the birds—everything’s looking good so far this season. After a few tough years, they need a break. We need a calm, healthy stretch. No storms, no disease, no drama—just peace, plenty of food, and a safe place to raise their young. Fingers crossed nature gives them that chance.

Our sunset cruises are back too, and I absolutely love them. No clock-watching, no rush—just golden light washing over the cliffs, kittiwakes calling in the dusk, and maybe, if we’re lucky, a guillemot chick making its daring leap from the rocks into the sea below. That always brings a smile.

So that’s the latest from the Farnes. Thanks for reading. I’ll keep you posted when the first chicks arrive, but if you can’t wait that long, why not come and join us? Take the full tour, breathe it all in, and let these incredible seabirds leave a mark on your heart—just like they do on mine, every single day.