Fancy a burn up?
Jan 20, 2020
3 minutes
As a youth one of the high points of the long summer holidays was lighting a fire on the croft at the back of our house. I’m not talking about an Amazonian rainforest, climate threatening Armageddon-style conflagration, just a bit of a fire, with the remains of a redundant rabbit hutch (sans lapin obvs), maybe supplemented with odd bits of roofing felt.
With luck we’d nick a few spuds to incinerate and we’d be made. When I started to
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