It was a fine spring day, but a strong, bitter wind from the Arctic was howling across the dunes, and the air temperature felt like the middle of winter. Fresh white snow had covered the peaks of the islands to the north during the night, but Algy turned his back on the wintry scene and snuggled down into the warm, sandy grasses in the sunshine, making sure to stay on the side on the dunes that was sheltered from the wind. Overhead the skylarks were singing, but they couldn’t maintain their positions for long in the wind, and they kept dropping back down to the ground, only to try ascending again…


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