September had arrived, and the West Highland weather had become extremely moody, but Algy was not perturbed. The few rays of light which managed to find their way through the clouds reflected off the surface of the sea with a dazzling brightness, illuminating the pages of his book. So Algy happily carried on reading, for as long as the light lasted…

This post is dedicated especially to Algy’s friend Ned nwalthall, and to everyone who becomes so engrossed in their reading that they fail to notice a change in the weather đŸ™‚