We did marvel at how the Manx shearwaters make this huge migration, as within 1.5 hours Jaclyn was freezing, using socks for gloves and unless she could have seen the islands in the distance under the setting sun, had no idea how to navigate the route (thats a GPS's job!)!
Departing Penzance
Scilly on the horizon under the setting sun (Manxie a dot, socks for gloves)