What a stormy night. I thought I could sleep in my hammock at the beach but black clouds and a little storm forced me to sleep in my tent. But the storm was so strong that the sand couldn't keep the irons of the tent. So I was busy to keep my belongings together while Tyrion used the moment to crawl into my sleeping bag. Well, I was not willing to share it but he was allowed to sleep very close to me... In the middle of the night, all of a sudden he run outside, almost through the closed tent, with loud barking and big alarm. But i couldn't hear what or who is outside. With the thought *it might be dead now* I fell again asleep. The next morning welcomed me without wind and sunny. Breakfast at the beach. Great :)
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