It is mid-afternoon, the sun is shining and the pretty Cornish coastal town of Looe is all around us, its houses perched on the hills that rise up sharply from both sides of the river, its small fishing boats rocking gently at anchor, its hotels full with the bin ends of the summer tourist trade.
Neil Warnock is sitting outside a coffee shop beside the harbour. He looks up and his eyes brighten and he points out a flock of geese flying in formation down the river and out to sea. He says they are heading for Looe Island, just around the headland.