Friday, 23 November 2012

6:45am, 8th of November.

It's morning, a more reasonable morning than the storm promised. I was woken a few short minutes ago by sunlight streaming through open vestibule. My weary eyes slowly taking in the destruction of lasts nights fury. Only 1 tree in the campsite is left standing. The rangers hut is partly crushed beneath a trunk over a metre in diameter. I'm here; that's good.

  Breakfast must start with some music, So I'll climb to the top of the last tree and smile at the sky for being kind haha.