The Great Sea Loch

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The weather was wild and unpredictable, and Algy had flown inland to escape the worst of the coming storm. As he approached the great sea loch he was caught by a sudden gust of wind and swept across the water to the further side. Landing on a slippery pebble beach strewn with seaweed, he perched uncomfortably on the damp stones and gazed at the moody water and the threatening sky. The great loch was behaving as though it were the ocean, with waves crashing on its shores, and he wondered how much more violent the breakers might be on his own beach, which faced the open sea…

When the gales moved away to visit Algy’s friend @funnyful in Sweden, the wind started to swing round and the weather began to change. Before long the world was full of colour again, and as Algy relaxed on the hard, storm-hammered sand, he could detect fresh new autumn scents and tastes in the air, mingled with the usual sea salt…

Algy sat on the damp sand, and gazed far out to sea. Some days the ocean seemed very wide indeed, and he reflected that it was undoubtedly much better to be perching safely on the shore, watching the breakers roll in, than to be adrift somewhere in the middle of that vast expanse of water. He wondered how long it would be before the waves washed over his toes…

Algy slept on through the moonlit night, and now he dreamed that he was sitting in the surf as the waves rolled in from the ocean, watching the breakers dance on the shore in an endless procession as they gently covered his legs with a soft, white blanket of salty sea foam…

Before long, the repetitive sound of the waves pounding on the shore and the rustling of the wet sand being sucked back into the sea put Algy to sleep. And as he slept, the full moon rose up from behind the ridge and bathed the whole world in a cold blue light – and Algy dreamed that the waves grew brighter and brighter, and splashed higher and higher, until they started to wash right over him…

The days grew shorter and cooler, and the wind swung round to the south-west, bringing moist, salt-laden air straight from the ocean to blow into Algy’s face. The sea was no longer in a bright, summery mood, but petulant and erratic, churning and splashing against the rocks with considerable force. Algy perched just above the splash line, and watched the waves roll in one after another. He could hear the crash of the breakers on the beach and the gravelly, slurping sound as the sea sucked the sand back under the water each time a wave retreated. It was a fine show, but it was undoubtedly autumn now, and it would be a long, long time until summer came again…