It was the right thing to do, it was the responsible thing to do, but pouring water on what had been such a happy, warming, lively fire that had fed us, kept us warm and entertained us tonight whilst we put the world to right (as much as 6 middle aged white straight men could do...) felt sacrilegious. I could have stayed up to watch it burn but once the company had left, the lure of a comfortable bed was strong.
The charred lumps will dry out and we'll burn again - it's a permanent fire site - but I'm left with a certain melancholy at having turned out the lights...
The charred lumps will dry out and we'll burn again - it's a permanent fire site - but I'm left with a certain melancholy at having turned out the lights...