Algy found the rock too hard and cold to sit on for very long, so he moved over to a soft mound of seaweed and made himself more comfortable. The sun was sinking lower in the sky, and the tide was coming in, but Algy paid little attention. He was so engrossed in his reading that a passing heron who had stopped to converse with him took off again in a huff …

As Algy moved further down the loch the tide ebbed, leaving large areas of wet sand and shallow water full of sea birds bathing and squabbling and looking for food in the late afternoon sunshine.

Listen to the sounds of the seabirds calling to each other while Algy watched them from the rocky shore.