Sunrise: 07.56 Sunset: o4.45

One thing I really enjoy is a good fire; a roaring, hungry fire, fanned by a steady breeze that keeps the fire-person and the fire-feeder very busy for the day. We had such a fire on Sunday, with the brash pile I have tried four times to set alight over the last month.

I selected a neglected multi-stemmed willow growing in a pool of water as my first job of the day. It yielded a stack of bone dry wood in diameters up to 150mm. All it took to ignite a dry twig starter fire was a few scrunched up sheets of news paper and a single flame from my gas lighter. A roaring fire within minutes meant we were soon rushing to feed a hungry monster with wet wood from the brash pile, and dry wood from the willow tree.

The rest of the team, Bill in particular, took great delight in ribbing me about the brash pile that refused to burn, but now they make do with incarnations mumbled under their breath.

The fire burned furiously on sodden ground, with negligible smoke, and demanded increasingly large quantities of fuel to sustain it. The ground around the inferno was a wellie sucking quagmire.

A smouldering and crackling white ash pile was left at the end of the day. We erected a large branch barrier around the pile to keep the cattle, and particularly the small calves, from sleeping on it. It rained during the night.

I went to the fire site this evening (Tuesday), to rake the ashes.

There was so much heat in the two-day old pile of ash, tonight,
that I could have cooked a cow on it . . . well, a calf at least. I like to rake out our brash fire ashes as soon as possible, for peace of mind.

These are iPhone images:


Glowing charcoal 2 days later.


Glowing in the dark.


Brash barrier around the ash pile.


Kidderminster’s northern night skyline from the marsh.

Everlasting Fire.

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