The shadows were growing longer and the wee waves were racing back out to sea on the turn of the tide. On the other side of the loch, Algy could see another rain shower moving up the glen towards him. So he stretched himself out on a rock to catch the last of the evening sun, and watched the tiny breakers splash on the pebbles of the wee beach.
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