I drove up to Bristol from Southampton this morning, and am now watching the rain sweep up the Avon Gorge as I sit drinking a coffee after lunch. There is a diagonally-sloping wooded valley opposite us, from which tendrils of water vapour are rising, as if in some rain forest in Papua New Guinea. I should probably be listening to Obscured By Clouds.
At least, I assume it's vapour, and not smoke. Perhaps the foresters are burning brash down in the valley bottom. It's curious, how making fires has gone from an unremarkable, everyday necessity to a cause for comment, even concern. Rather like smoking...
It seemed a good moment to give this gent an outing.
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