The fire we started
was fairly catastrophic as far as nature is concerned. A few hundred yards behind my housing estate, there are load of lovely fields, and as a nipper we used to build dens in a wooded area. Similar to most young boys, we all had a love for starting fires.

One day we found a huge oak tree with a slight hollowing in the ground beneath it. Not thinking properly, we filled the hole with dry grass and other kindling, and set it alight. Five minutes later and the flame was dying because dry grass burns up rather quickly.

So we added some sticks and a couple of small logs, and thats when the fire began to take shape - we went to fetch more wood, and returned to find a rather large fire.

Stamping didn't help and we had no water about, so we did the only imaginable thing. Legged it.

As we ran further into the fields we saw the fire getting larger and larger, and after taking the extremely long route back to our houses, we found our housing estate absolutely delved in smoke. Next was the sound of fire engines and the like.

Next day we went back to discover scorched earth where woodland once was. We had wiped out an entire 20 metre by 15 metre chunk of woodland, and the huge 200 year old oak that we lit the fire under was gone.

We have kept it quiet since.
( Delete Me, Tue 2 Mar 2004, 22:12, Reply)