After weeks of cyclonic gloom and rain, today was, at last, truly anticyclonic: clear blue skies, warm and sunny, with hardly a breath of wind. The sort of day when you want to do something spectacular. So I had a bonfire outside the bottom gate of my back garden, setting fire to three years' worth of garden rubbish. My goodness, I LOVE a good roaring bonfire! It is hadn't been for sex, I would probably have become a pyromaniac. And it's no quick blaze-and-ember for me: I can keep it up for several days, and have several satisfying burns in a row. The heart of the fire is Abaddon, it is infernal: bank it up overnight and you can rekindle it in the morning and burn another mountain of whatever is that is cluttering your life.
This is possibly the most boring posting I have ever made to this blog, but I just wanted an excuse to post a picture of a wicked conflagration.