A barbecue is for life...

... not just those 4 days of decent-ish weather in July.

At the first signs of autumn, too many households turn their backs on their once beloved back garden companion.

Long gone is the excitement of the first match tenderly licking the arse of the first charcoal bag.
The shrieks of delights of the kids witnessing their first sausages being cremated on the outside and left raw on the inside.
The flavoursome darns of smoked salmonella.
The joys of molten marshmallow burning young inexperienced tongues.

Join the RahenyCornea appeal. This autumn, adopt an abandoned barbecue.