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

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As Algy sat on a low, broken branch by the side of the loch in the still of the evening, he thought of the popular poem by the Welsh poet W. H. Davies. Of course Algy prefers to perch on boughs rather than stand beneath them, but he certainly shares the poem’s general sentiment:

          What is this life if, full of care,
          We have no time to stand and stare.

          No time to stand beneath the boughs
          And stare as long as sheep or cows.

          No time to see, when woods we pass,
          Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

          No time to see, in broad daylight,
          Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

[Algy is quoting part of the poem Leisure by William Henry Davies.]