The weather had reverted to a more normal state, and everything was dripping, dripping, dripping … Algy tucked himself close into the rocks underneath a low branch, on a nice soft cushion of moss. Although it was the middle of April, he could scarcely see any signs of spring yet in the West Highland woods.


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