Day 38. Thank god I have not gone mad. I follow the purple dolphin
with the long yellow hair until it rounds the headline. I scramble up the rocky
cliff until I can stand and see the sea but the dolphin is no longer there. I
look down to the beach and see a big pile of rocks like a cairn at the other
end. I wonder what they are for. I can explore that later, for now I must find
my camp.
Day 39. I have looked all over but I cannot find my camp. I can
only presume that the others have destroyed it. They will not defeat me. I stumble
upon a pile of food and water. It must be theirs. If they can destroy my camp I
shall have their provisions. I will not crack up. Toes are like little fingers.
Day 40. I have found the perfect place to build my new camp. I
can see 180 degrees across the land and sea and my back is protected by the
rocks. I carry all the supplies up and place them into the cave. With one of
the larger knives I begin to cut at branches and leaves to build a shelter. The
theme tune to the French Robinson Crusoe is playing in my head
Day 41. One of the bags is full of children’s clothes. Although
not perfect they are a help in building shade from the sun. Tonight I shall
have a proper meal as I think I deserve it. The camp is taking shape. In my
head I am imagining building a running water supply with a shower and toilet
facilities but for now I am happy just filling the bottle from the stream.
Day 42. A fantastic feast from the can of meat, potatoes, green
beans followed by a steam pudding. I waited until the sun was going down and
the chill was descending. Everything tasted perfect and I believe I am the
luckiest person alive. I will just have to watch that the smoke from the fire
does not reveal my location to the others.
Day 43. This morning I tied the empty cans to tree all around my
camp. This way if anyone tries to approach I will be warned by there clanging
together. This does calm me a bit. The camp is taking shape. In my head I am
imagining building a running water supply with a shower and toilet facilities
but for now I am happy just filling the bottle from the stream.
Day 44. The others must have come to site and stolen some of my
food. They are taunting me by tying the empty cans to trees around my camp.
They can only have done this when I was off foraging for bamboo poles or when I
am asleep. I cannot give up on the water system but can I stay awake all night
to protect my belongings?
Day 45. No one came in the night. Well, no human, but I was
visited by a number of creatures. There was something that looked like a fairly
sizeable lizard that meandered through. Other things made noises in the bushes
but did not frighten me. As dawn came it became clear that a number of birds
nest in the trees around me. Their beautiful chorus re-assured me.
Day 46. If those
bloody birds make that racket again I swear I will find a way to take out their
little voice boxes. Luckily I seem to be coping well without sleep and it is
not affecting my mood or ability to do meaningful work. This morning I set
about putting all the fallen leaves in colour order. There is no way I can
start on the water system until there is order.
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