The weather had turned much colder, with an icy wind from the north, and from time to time fast-moving black clouds suddenly swept across the sky, bringing sharp showers of tiny hard lumps of snow which stung Algy’s feathers and bounced off the surface of the sea. But in between the clouds there was some wintry sunshine, which was a considerable improvement over the constant greyness of the milder, wetter days. Algy perched on a cold, damp mound of seaweed and wondered why the brighter days always had to be so cold…