Sepia

She of the Stories said that it's windy in the valley today, and the same goes for the island. Little Princess Almondflower wanted to play on the shore and I didn't dare let her. At the very least the sand would have blown into her eyes. Instead, we went to sit on the staircase outside Brother... it's no good, I always want to say Fir - Brother Juniper's turret, and looked down from the window. Every time a treetop shivered and leaves turned silvery in the gust she'd say 'ooh', and when anything flew past - a leaf, a bit of broken branch, or a bird veering off course - it was 'whoosh!'.

I admit I wasn't really listening when she said 'whoosh, FINGAL!', and looked up to see him swinging past the window, waving. A moment later he came again the other way, backwards. Of course, Fingal couldn't blow away in a high wind. He, Tide and Todd had rigged up some ropes from the battlements and were swinging about like acrobats. I didn't tell the princess how they'd done it. She'd want to have a go herself, and she is much too little. It's really too dangerous for Tide, but you know what otters are. I'm glad I'm a squirrel.

Fingal may not fly away in a high wind, but other things do. A little mole in a big cloak took to the air yesterday and it was only a flying leap from Urchin that saved her. I hope Apple has plenty of hat pins.