I am thinking my lungs were not really helped by the very lovely Mr Fire Starter who made the most marvellous bonfire I have every seen and then preceded to soak it in so much accellorant that when the exceedingly finely crafted bonfire was lit, it turned into a pile of 3ft charred embers in about 10 minutes. But for that 10 minutes, the heat was so intense that birds fell from the sky, sheep melted in the neighbouring fields and our silhouettes branded themselves into the marquee canvas as we ran for cover. Mr P.the Landscaper reckons no plant will grow on the site for about 4000 years…..And the smoke! Wow! So much for singing round the campfire..we were so far away from each other, sitting in the circle… it was more like campfire shouting…ha ha ha. The fire started to die down a bit and Mr Fire Starter threw another massive piece of furniture on it- I am sure it was a Chippendale.
I attempted to lead one camp fire song with my guitar but had to stay on my feet- ducking the massive wafts of smoke as they billowed towards me every time I opened my mouth for a breath. The grass was gone…completely black or vanished for about a 30ft bunker…like a large alien flying-saucer had arrived from space…poor old sheep..they ‘aint gonna enjoy the rest of their grazing this year, unless they like baaaaah-becued soil.
The topic was hot…and boy it was….sizzling!
SONG OF THE DAY Cold as Ice -Foreigner
Can you see what I did there? ha ha. Some very nice vocals at the end, and for some sad reason I seem to know all the words to this. Ah well. We sometimes have no control over what we like as we often just love what we like and like what we know.(Genesis..the band not the biblical book) I will be more of a rebel soon.