There had been a wee change in the weather overnight… When the last of the great series of westerly gales had finished blowing in from the Atlantic, the wind swung round to the north, bringing a different kind of phenomenon. It was cold, but at least it was sort of drier, and it was now possible to perch safely in one place without the risk of being blasted into another. So Algy wrapped himself up in a tartan shawl and settled down to catch up with his reading. It was tricky trying to turn the pages with half-frozen feathers, but fortunately the wind was willing to help…

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