At around 18:37 yesterday evening, just as I dumped more kuier wood on the glowing embers, in a matter of four minutes, a grey wet swirling mist shrouded my view and the fire faded into a soft red hue ..... Even after consuming a waterfall of beer, I could make out the fire a mere metre away as I turned my back on it and groped deck chairs to guide me back to the warmth of the holiday house...
The Moose's midnight bonfire drinking spree nullified by mother nature...
He bathed and climbed into bed, drifting off to a much needed sleep with the thrashing Atlantic surf....
Today, I awoke, the mist still present, but burning off.... Today I will endure, no matter what...
