There was a fire at the bottom of my track yesterday. It filled the house with smoke and was close enough to make me start getting nervous. The local Bombeiros were all over it within minutes and the fire was out in less than half an hour.
No danger really but enough to get the heart going and start me thinking about what I’d rescue. Dylan’s safe in England, my truck is parked at the beach with my boards in it. I have the usual stuff – clothes, music, TV, camera, computer and stereo. But what did I really care about? Not much to be honest…
A box of photos and my guitar maybe. Oh and the big bag of cash under my mattress.
I didn’t surf today.