Coming home yesterday I saw a massive plume of black smoke. It was placed in such a way that it could just about be our house on fire.
On getting nearer it became apparent that the fire was next to the Salvation Army building rather than right next to our house - thank goodness. TL nipped out for a quick look, but then we heard the fire engine!
Time to go out there myself, despite the high winds and lashing rain. I was rewarded with this view of two of Britain's finest fighting a horrible plastic and rubber fire.
Plastic cones and traffic barriers had been piled on this green area, prior to being taken back to the depot. Enterprising youths had taken it upon themselves to set them on fire. The smoke was acrid and the couple of lung-fulls I received were not pleasant at all.
This is my theory about how the fire was started. There were a number of them on the ground near to the place where the fire was. Cheap lighters with the tops knocked off - a great way to deliver lighter fuel to piles of stuff, don't you think?
As I retreated the rain got heavier and the wind gusted. Time to run for cover and warmth.
The exciting day was over and I had yet another chapter of material for my next children's book. Not that I have written a first - well, apart from "Mumy's Day Off" in 1980. (with Robert Wilkinson's illustrations)
I need to end this now.