Burn Out - Where there’s smoke.
Not the hottest picture of me - ironically. The kind of picture you send to the family Whatsapp chat group for a laugh. I was actually feeling very hot when this picture was taken and I am responsible for the massive blaze behind me. I call it ‘My 2020 - a very short photoessay.’ I have pyromaniac blood in my genes which is fortunate because Stockils get to legally burn huge swathes of land every year at the end of winter in the name of fire breaking. It is the season we most look forward to and a great deal of latent military planning comes to the fore in preparation for a big burn. It’s a pity there are laws that stop fire breaking from taking place over weekends because it literally is a family hobby. Fortunately we are home for the long weekend and so last night in the twilight I stood on the hill overlooking the span of the Drakensberg mountains and listened to the cries of jackals and fiery necked nightjars and watched as my firebreak got rid of the last spiky b...