I spent yesterday in the countryside and it is so infrequent now that I get to watch a timber fire burn. It's one of those last things I love about the country that reminds me of my childhood. These days you barely if ever see fires burning in the city. So that's part of the allure of spending time in the country, a real fire. Anyway, I took a great photo of it, we built one outside towards dusk. It was burning quite well and I do consider myself as "pretty good" with getting a fire started. But there are few things as mesmerizing as watching the red centre burn and the flames lick and there is no plot line, no narrative, no real outcome other than watching it turn to ash, and yet, to my mind, as interesting as any Netflix series.