After Hours on Skomer Island

Two nights on the wing. June 2025. Feathers, footpaths, and a hint of chaos. This is Skomer unfiltered—where puffins strut like runway stars, gulls gossip on the wind, and the grass holds secrets from centuries past. Two nights of wandering, wondering, and wide-eyed joy. No schedule. No sleep. Just the thrill of being somewhere wildly alive.