Saturday we went to a bonfire party at Toodyay. A friend of Wayne’s, from SES, had invited us to her family’s farm, where every year her father burnt all the year’s collected woodfall in one massive pile. They provided dinner, set up music and a dance floor, and provided much camping space for lots of people to sleep out over night.
We both had to work on the Sunday and I worked an early finishing shift on the Saturday so we could drive up after work. The drive is through very pretty countryside and we got there just before dark so we could set up our tent.
I love a fire and it was so magical seeing the huge pile shooting up embers in to the night sky, like millions of random orange fireworks. They would float back down to earth and I tried to catch them in m glass of wine. The sizzle was really satisfying and I ended up with hot wine, although we also made mulled wine on a secondary fire, small enough to cook on androast marshmallows around (the big one was way too hot).
There was the odd alarming moment when I smelt burning hair, only to realise it was mine, from a drfting down ember! Luckily, Wayne beat it out before I got too singed. I didn’t realise that we were being covered in a fine layer of ash and I also didn’t realise that my face was getting burnt from the radiant heat.
I monitored my wine consumption, as I had to drive today, but still didn’t much sleep. The night was lovely, the camping out under the clear, chill stars amazing but a full day of work today on three hours sleep was rather challenging.
My hair smells like campfire today, my face is hot and I am exhausted but it was worth it!