The West Highland rain kept falling, but Algy followed Keats’ advice and opened wide his mind’s cage door. Up into the clouds he soared, and roamed happily around the October sky on the bowsprit of a sky yacht with sails the colour of autumn leaves.
The West Highland rain kept falling, but Algy followed Keats’ advice and opened wide his mind’s cage door. Up into the clouds he soared, and roamed happily around the October sky on the bowsprit of a sky yacht with sails the colour of autumn leaves.