There used to be an ugly barn-type thing in the field next to our garden. Then something happened in there, and it burned down. The wind blew a little, and it set light to our grass. The Pompiers came and put it all out...it was very exciting.
Seriously, that did happen over the weekend, the end of our garden is now a tourist spot, as the locals all drive past really slowly. To do that, they must drive downa farm track for quarter of a mile, off the main road through the village, that goes in a loop apst some fields. I stood there on Sunday, smiling and waving at them as they went past...they seem to think I'm nuts, but I did get some smiles in return.
As we're in the middle of an agricultural area, the fire crews were very quick to respond, with fields of corn, wheat and vines stretching out for miles around they did not want the fire to get to know them intimately. There hasn't been much rain recently.
I took a load of photos, and stuck some on flickr as a keepsake.
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