Part of me occasionally remembers the burning fields of my childhood.
After the hurricane, which created giant playgrounds for us of fallen timber in Withdean Field and Peacock Park (or Withdean Park as the sign now calls it), came the burning.
The fallen giants and surrounding scrub needed to be removed. The flames went on for weeks. Or so I recall.
I remember the falling cinders melting the pink plastic on my childhood trainers as I played.
These memories had been resurfacing, but they were truly re-realised when our research group went on a scrub-bashing day burning the downs (with the friends). Highly recommended and enjoyable even in the mud.
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