Algy flew down to the dunes, and found the place deserted. Although it was almost summer, there was very little sign of life except for the determined larks, who were still singing despite the gloomy weather, and an occasional mournful seabird drifting here and there on the wind. The islands were obscured by mist, and the sea looked sullen and grey. As the drenching mist swept in from the ocean and the tall grasses bent low in the wind, Algy took cover behind a clump of Marram grass, where he was glad to see that some cheerful daisies and sunny buttercups had appeared at last, to brighten the place up a wee bit.

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