Firebrand

F is a firebrand.  Look at this…..

At the end of winter she collected up all the branches that had fallen on our front yard, and she cleared loads of deadwood out of the ‘wild’ copse on the other side of us.  She cut ivy and blackberry, and she piled all this rubbish up on my drive.  Huge pile; really untidy mess.

I’m sure she only did it so that she could make another fire.  (We had a bonfire on New Year’s Day remember, and she’s had another one since then - at the allotment - to burn all the branches they cut off the overgrown hedge.)  Chopping it up into small pieces and feeding it into the fire in a neat cone shape took her a whole day.

Mind you it was quite some fire for such a small dish; it roared.  And it was nice and warm underneath but she wouldn’t let me sit there (something about burning bits falling down….)

At the end of the day they barbequed some lamb chops on the smouldering embers.  Shame I can’t abide lamb.