It was a beautiful day at the lighthouse, and the ocean was a deep, deep blue. Algy reclined on the rocks, and gazed far out to sea. The air was clear and he could just make out the black fins of two or three basking sharks, perhaps a couple of miles away, and the white flashes of gannets diving into the water around them.
It might be true that summer in the West Highlands was only going to last for two or three days this year, but Algy was determined to make the most of it while it was here. So he leaned back on the comfortably warm rock and just rested for a while, listening to the lapping of the waves down below, and watching the sea birds flying by.