For the first time in the 22 years I’ve been a home owner I’m afraid to admit that today I resorted to a bonfire to tidy the garden rubbish up. I’m ashamed. I hate bonfires, dirty stinky things. I’d spent an age recently, cutting back bushes and trees overgrown into our garden from neighbours on all three sides and with the recycling centre not yet open for garden waste and a deadline ahead of me (baby in a few weeks) and my two little girls wanting to enjoy the garden, I gave in. I had cut all the cuttings small and spread them across most of the lawn for 4-5 days to dry…so leaves were crispy at least but blinkin’ heck, it smoked like a 40 a day habitual. I don’t feel too bad though as I did go to all my neighbours before hand to warn them and let them fetch washing and close Windows…. Something to that no one has ever done for me (and as a family of 4: it’s almost a cert that we have washing out when some cretinous goat has a bonfire ).
It was a fine balance I found, too slow to reload and it was too cool and smoked badly, too much loaded to soon and the heat reduced the smoke but the flames were 8+ feet tall. I guess I really needed to let it dry for a few weeks. Oh well, at least I tried to let it dry for a while, again not what the idiots round here normally do. Sat here now with sore smoky eyes and feeling stinky as I wait for the shower to be free, hoping it’ll be another 22 years before I resort to a bonfire again. I made the most of it though, once I had a pile of charcoal and no flame or smoke we toasted marshmallows, yum and a first for my girls. I then doused it with the hose so tomorrow I will have probably 3 to 5 bucket fulls of perfect bio char to add to the compost and then the garden.