Eventually, the mist lifted…

Eventually the wind swung round to the north and the mist lifted, at least until the wind changed again… Algy was so relieved to see some light and colour in the world once more that he flew straight down to the sea and found himself a perch on a rock where the tide was washing in. The world looked entirely different on a fine day, and Algy couldn’t help wishing that it would be fine just a wee bit more often… But there was little he could do to influence the weather, so he decided to make the most of the sunshine while it lasted, even though the wind was still decidedly cool.

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It was a fine spring day, but a strong, bitter wind from the Arctic was howling across the dunes, and the air temperature felt like the middle of winter. Fresh white snow had covered the peaks of the islands to the north during the night, but Algy turned his back on the wintry scene and snuggled down into the warm, sandy grasses in the sunshine, making sure to stay on the side on the dunes that was sheltered from the wind. Overhead the skylarks were singing, but they couldn’t maintain their positions for long in the wind, and they kept dropping back down to the ground, only to try ascending again…