Fright from tent intent on flight

I did a short 5k run this morning but it was a battle and really not nice. The wind was so strong, it was either pushing me sideways or holding me back. Ugh. I met an old man who was holding a pop up tent. It had blown into him, he’d instinctively caught it but was stuck with fright. His walking stick in one hand and a tent intent on being in flight in the other and he couldn’t let go. I helped him anchor it down with bricks for an owner to hopefully come & collect and it was gone by my return - hopefully not taken by the wind.

Elbows and I went out for a curry in the evening. We’ve not been out together alone for many many months.