So Algy drifted and paddled, and paddled and drifted, and before too long he found himself in sight of the beach again. Singing sea shanties at the top of his voice, he splashed his way over the beds of seaweed, looking out for the fish which liked to hide in the weeds below. It was a lot of fun, but Algy thought that maybe next time he should plan his boat trip a wee bit more thoroughly, and possibly even make himself a real paddle instead of having to use his wings. He wondered whether they made life jackets for fluffy birds…

Like most folk who take a notion to go boating on the sea, Algy discovered that it was not quite as straightforward as he had assumed. The mighty ocean has ideas of its own, and they do not always accord with the ideas of a fluffy bird who fancies a quiet afternoon just drifting around the bay in the sunshine. As the waves tried to sweep his raft onto the rocks, Algy found it necessary to paddle…

As he wandered around, exploring the many rocks which jutted out into the sea from the beach, Algy found an old wooden crate which had been washed up by the high tide. It was a holiday weekend, and although the weather was surprisingly cold, the sun was shining and the sea was definitely blue. Algy looked at the crate, and looked at the sea, and then he looked at the crate again… and after pondering the matter for a wee while, he came to the conclusion that it was about time to enjoy some leisure activities…

Algy hopes that you will all enjoy your leisure this weekend, and if you are lucky enough to be on holiday Algy wishes you a truly wonderful time xoxo