Editing my diary has caused me to reflect on some of the odd collective nouns provided by the language. My late friend, Olive Brown, had two of her own invention. They were (1) a reluctancy of volunteers; and (2) a crimewave of Kurds. She had Kurdish lodgers in her spare rooms, plotting … whatever Kurds used to plot back in 1970.
However I offer the following authentic collective noun which I came across in 2011 when examining some lovely woodcuts at the art gallery in Llangefni. How do you like: “a loomery of guillemots”?