Caveman

Some day this experience will pay off in my writing. I pen this from a small cave less than half a mile from the setting for Tom Corven. No, I have not lost the plot completely, but rather, my tent. A few hours ago a violent storm ripped the guylines from their fabric attachments and then threw the whole thing along the coast with me chasing it, Keystone Cop-like, wondering what I would do if it went out to sea. Inside was everything I own except for my camera. Videoing the storm seemed a good idea at the time. I am cold and wet and peeved at losing the second tent to a storm in the past few weeks. This one was brand new and designed to withstand the toughest of expeditions. At least that's what the blurb said. Thankfully I am in one piece and, apart from the tent and sleeping mat, I have recovered most of my equipment. I am so lucky that this cave was handy. Tomorrow, I figure out what to do next and now, as the sea churns a few feet away, I get as comfortable as I can and hope the morning brings calm and tranquility and a hot cup of soup!