The fire chief

One of those days when the sun shines off and on, and thoughts turn to barbecuing. 

George has taken a strong liking to the firepit and managed to burn through the new bag of logs I'd bought. What a fire, though. 

Cooking was marred by a short but heavy burst of rain. "That'll be the April showers, then," I reflected as the raindrops sizzled on the grill. Luckily it didn't last long.