The next morning was unusually sunny, and Algy was in high spirits. Not only had he rescued himself from the sea, but he had salvaged a bag of treasure too! So when the sun rose above the ridge he set off eagerly, leaving the dunes behind him, and soon reached a rocky outcrop with a very fine outlook. Some of the islands were lost in the bank of clouds on the horizon, but the innermost of the Small Isles were just about visible. Fom time to time the spray on the rocky north coast of the headland rose high enough to be visible as a white fringe where the peat bogs met the sea.

Algy leaned back against a rock and thought about his sack of baubles. They were too heavy for him to carry very far, so he needed to find a place to store them safely for a while. But most of all, he wanted to find a Christmas tree to hang them on and, although the view was beautiful, there was not a single tree in sight …

The light was fading rapidly as the sun sank down behind the headland, so Algy made one last effort to drag his sack of baubles to safety before darkness fell. He managed to get his treasure up into the long, spiky grasses on the edge of the dunes and, turning his back to the wind, he tucked himself down tightly into a sandy hollow to rest there for the night, while the gale continued to roar over his head and the waves crashed on the beach behind him.

Algy made a great effort, and managed to collect up all the baubles in the nick of time, moments before the rock was fully submerged by the sea. But what had no doubt been just a wee netting bag for onions or fruit to a human was quite a large sack to a fluffy bird; once he had filled it with glass baubles, Algy found it very hard to lift. There was no way he could fly with his treasure so, bedraggled and exhausted, he started to drag the sack arduously along the beach. Although it was only mid-afternoon the sun was already going down, and he needed to find somewhere to store the bag safely and rest, before it was too dark to see.

Algy searched along the shore for some kind of bag which he could use to carry the baubles he had found. All sorts of bits and pieces of rubbish had been washed up by the storm, but most of it was useless. Eventually, he discovered a small green bag made of netting; it was exactly what he needed. But the tide was coming in fast now, and he had very little time left to rescue his treasure. Algy rushed back to the rock, and frantically tried to get all the baubles into the bag before the sea washed over him…