"Er....Dad?"
I know. Dont worry. We are fine.
"Oh. Ok."
"Good Morning"
Morning.
"Did you call us?"
Er....No?
"Someone reported someone was setting fire to the place."
Er....Right. (Couldnt stop grinning)
"Have you seen anyone lighting any fires?"
We have just had two.
"Er.....Where?" Looking round for damage - smoke...
On the concrete here with our hobo stoves.
"Hobo Stove. Er.... Whats one of them?"
My kid pulls his out proudly.
"This. I made it!"
"Er...."
"We put cotton wool in it, then paper then twigs and light it to make hot chocolate."
"We have problems with people setting fires...."
Absolutely. Thats why we are here on some wet wasteground, well away from anything that could burn, on a patch of tarmac, which gives another barrier to fire, running these little stoves on the concrete. With water - just in case it manages to get itself out of control. I would much rather my kids learn how to use fire here now at this age than when they are teenagers on the heath.
"We light these with firesteels so the kids so I dont have to let them even have matches."
"Firesteels?"
"Yes. Heres mine." (They looked surprised when my kid started to teach them how to use the firesteels.)
Your turn, I said, sticking some more cotton wool for them to light.
One managed it and got clapped by my kid and I...
"Thank you for that....Well, I have no problems with you using them here, but could you please do it a bit further up there (pointing at the trees), so we dont get any more complaints. If they cant see you they wont complain."
We sat there waving as they got into their car and drove off.
Happy with that.