Spring didn’t seem to be in a hurry to bring any warmth to Algy’s wee corner of the West Highlands, so he decided that he would need to take drastic action to keep himself warm.

It wasn’t wise to linger too long on the rocks, as the tide was coming in fast. So Algy threw himself into his exercises with some vigour, while listening to the strange muffled roar of the sea swirling all around him in the mist.

[If you would like to hear the sounds that Algy heard, listen to this audio post.]

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