When the dawn came, Algy awoke from his dream with a bump. His star had faded away for the moment, as stars always do in the daylight. But that wasn’t all that had changed. The floor of his wee sand cave, which had been some feet up from the ground the night before, was now level with the rest of the beach. All around him the seaward side of the dunes had collapsed and washed away, leaving a bedraggled tangle of grasses trailing from the sheered-off edges of the dunes. The storm surge had evidently swept right up to his hiding place in the night, and Algy thanked his lucky star that he had not been washed out to sea again…