Aftermath of Fire.
In the earlier part of the year we had a fire that raged through duo gorse on the hill and made skeletons of more than one hedge thee kept sheep from the gardens. Everyone set about repairing things, but the hill was a black ruin with no more than a dozen sticks standing to show where the gorse clumps had been. The blackberry tangle was destroyed, the nettles vanished and the only things that survived and lay exposed were the objects that had been carefully thrown away and concealed in the gorse. A month or so ago the ground that had been black for so long showed a tendency to turn green and now, with the breeze to carry seed and heat and rain to encourage germination, the weeds are up, hiding the unwanted things that were so well hiddefi before. Next year I expect to see the gorse rising too. In two or three years it will be much as it used to be, unless some enthusiast sets match to garden refuse and starts another fire.
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