Tale of a bench....

Two years ago I sat on this bench in the Humpy garden.  It was a hot and sunny day.    I had a nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc to hand and I laid it down beside me.   Within 30 seconds I was aware of a plume of smoke rising from a point in close proximity to my leg.

Yes, true to the laws of physics, the sun's refracted rays were rapidly boring a hole through the wood of the bench.

The hole is still to be seen.   It is nice to have made one's mark......