I've been pruning Ivy and other woody stuff from around the garden and built a substantial pile. Murr needed his garden shed moving, so I offered to pick it up for kindling for a big bonfire.
My brother came over with the kids this morning.
Rather than use news paper or diesel to get it going I grabbed a canister blow lamp from the studio. Frustrated with our attempts to get a sufficiently big blaze going quickly enough, Hamish (aged 6) helpfully suggested we just throw the gas canister onto the fire. I can't imagine where he could have picked up such sound advice from. Hamish, we need to have a man to man talk.
The kids were hoping to toast marshmallows.
There can be few pleasures as primal as lighting huge fires.