Since first laying eyes on the Isle of May I've been fascinated by this tiny uninhabited island. Only half a mile long, sitting a couple of miles off the Fife coast in Scotland, I always found myself staring out to it with intrigue. After hearing it was home to only a very small collection of seabird researchers, temporarily based there only for the summer months, and hundreds of thousands of breeding seabirds, I decided I must go.
So one April I found myself aboard a small vessel heading there for the first of many trips. As I approached the isle on my first crossing any nagging thoughts I had about arriving on a remote island to stay with a somewhat unusual community of people I had never met before swiftly disappeared, and a sense of both calm and extreme excitement elevated inside me. As the island started coming into focus, it felt rather dreamlike like I had been here before, like I knew it already.