It was the first day of March, and although it did look like March, it most certainly did not feel like it. Wave after wave of battering hailstones were sweeping in from the Atlantic on a gale-force wind, riding on massive black clouds, and although there were some fine sunny spells at times, they were exceedingly brief. Algy perched on the edge of the dunes, eager to test the drying effect of the wind on wet feathers, but he could barely manage to avoid being blown away to Iceland, never mind being blown dry…

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