Fire!We were all in my aunt's kitchen at the back of her huge rambling Victorian house. I was only small and had wandered off to go to the loo, but given up after finding the hall full of smoke. "That was quick," my mum said after a few minutes. "Yes - it's all smoky," I replied.
I've never seen adults move so fast.
So, like my cousin who'd managed to set fire to the roof, tell us your fire stories.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 9:11)
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Scout pyrosMany moons ago on a scout camp, no leaders, just me as PL. Linnet Clough I think, in Cheshire was the location. We were one of only two tents in a vast field. There was a huge, and I mean - Shire Horse-huge horsecart - used for moving the half barrels (used for fires, couldnt use the ground) and X frames around the field. It took four of us to get it out of its resting position (on its 'back', arms way up in the air), load it and get the barrel to our tent.
At the end of the weekend, we were to to return the barrel, x frames & cart back to their original location.
Fuck that. We were camped next to a rather pleasingly sloped 'chasm'. First the x frames - metal. Pretty much inflammable. Watching them take out a few trees on the way down was good.
Next the cart, with barrel (still full of embers) on top and seriously healthy dose of lighter fluid.
The two ton flaming cart started down the hill with frightening acceleration. It looked like something out of an ancient war. Eventually it hit a large rock and flew in to the air, smashing to pieces as it crashed at the bottom in a series of fireballs. Brilliant.
Despite being one of only two groups staying there and the site owners having our full contact details we never heard a thing. Result.
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I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Sun 6 Nov 2005, 14:42,
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