In a clearing on the outskirts of the ancient woods, in view of the gently rolling meadows, an untended bonfire sparked and crackled.
I hurried home to retrieve my camera.
This was too good to be ignored!
I took my photo and later, when I was skyping my Zoo Keeper son, he asked,
“What’s an ‘untended bonfire?’” No wonder he hadn’t seemed very concerned during my recounting of the find.
“Would you leave a fire at home alone while you went out?” I prodded.
“Oh,” he said, “it was lit? That is pretty irresponsible.”
Only in England!