I was wandering into work in Beaumont Street this morning, in usual pre-nine o’clock haze, when I heard lots of “Oh La La”s from the stall holders in the French market in Gloucester Green.

One lone policeman was trying to hold all the rubberneckers back!
I quickly made my way round the corner…
….into the arms of the hunky firemen. Only to hear a huge boom as the car blew up. All the glass on one side of the noodle bar was shattered!

I am the God of Hell Fire!

Or rather Adam is. As you will have seen from blog entries passim, we had a big pile of branches and twiggie bits from when the tree came down in the garden. Steve, from Eynsham boatyard (he of the lovely sports cars) gave us an oil drum to do the deed.

Now I like a good FIRE…err, maybe I ought to clarify that….I like open fires, bonfires and the like, not setting fire to hayricks, thatched pubs etc. But this one was HOT, HOT, HOT (not unlike Hades)!

Which is a shame, as I’d hoped to take some nice flame photos. As it was, I thanked the patron saint of fire fighters (St. Florian – if you’re interested), that I have a zoom lens.

The lawn is a bit scorched though!