You don't need to spend a fortune to experience the greatest shows on the planet.

Bempton Cliffs is a theatre of dreams. Against a cerulean blue backdrop on a stage of sparkling sapphire, gannets, with their six-foot wing spans and striking plumage of mustard yellow, white and black, hang in the sea winds like kites at a Mexican festival.

Kittiwakes, tiny in comparison, thread their warp and weft through this aerial tapestry. Breathe the purity of air tinged with salt and peppered with guano. Close your eyes and listen to the squawkophany of sound: the crashing cymbals of surf 400 feet below and the full orchestra and choir of bird song reverberating around the clefts of cliff. Open your eyes and observe the razorbills and guillemots clustered on precarious edges resplendent in their black and white plumage.

See the gannets waving their long grey beaks like lances and look there...the star of the show...the puffin sitting squat and majestic in full regalia of bright orange slippers and glorious Venetian ball mask.

Roll up to witness a cast of thousands give a perfect performace every time in a show that will bring treasure to the senses, peace to the heart, elevation to the soul and wonder to the spirit.

Brian McCusker, Hartoft Street, York