Saturday, 9 June 2012
Smoke gets in your eyes
Luckily nobody passing by the Greenpatch residence at about 5.30 this evening caught sight of the smoke signals, or if they did, heard the cursing, blinding and puffing and had the presence of mind not to call the fire brigade. It was just me, re-discovering the knack of getting the sodding thing to keep burning. There's a certain technique to this (which I didn't quite master at GB whilst trying to brew up in a howling wind on the first day!) It Consists of pointing the kettle into the prevailing wind, blowing vigorously into the holes in the base, head down like a demented hen, whilst simultaneously posting fuel as fast as you can into the chimney. It took a few trial runs and a moud of messy ash today before I realised that I'd have to put aside romantic backwoodsmen notions of scavenging for pine cones, kindling and grasses - and settle for using billions of little squares of cardboard; far more efficient and less smoky.
Not the best of timing, I must admit, kellying on the same day as having my hair done. I pong as if I smoke 60 a day. Great cup of coffee though. However, I need to get in a lot more practice before I can fulfil my dreams of plentiful hot water for cuppas, washing, and sneaky late night hot water bottles. at GB.