Before long, the repetitive sound of the waves pounding on the shore and the rustling of the wet sand being sucked back into the sea put Algy to sleep. And as he slept, the full moon rose up from behind the ridge and bathed the whole world in a cold blue light – and Algy dreamed that the waves grew brighter and brighter, and splashed higher and higher, until they started to wash right over him…


When he is quite sure that no-one can hear him, Algy likes to rehearse operatic arias. A fine full moon lit up the old Atlantic oak forest, so Algy found a comfortable perch and sang a song to the moon at the top of his voice.

[Algy suggests that those who prefer a more melodious version might like to listen to Anna Netrebko singing Song to the Moon from Dvorak’s opera Rusalka.]