Early on Saturday morning I was out for a run as part of my marathon training regime. A brisk six miles. Lovely. As I ran through town I saw at least nine fire engines, from town and out of town. None however had their sirens on. I couldn't quite fathom out what was going on. Firefighters convention perhaps? Some kind of charity function? No idea. So I carried on running and put the thoughts of the fire engines to the back of my mind. If it had been a blue sky sunny day perhaps I would have pursued the idea further because the fire engnies would have looked pretty neat shining in the sun. But it was grey and damp.
Later in the day I went down to the local Model Railroad club and as a matter of conversation I asked about all the fire engines I'd seen in town earlier.
"Oh they're burning someone's old house down so they can build a new house in its place."
A controlled house burn? I'd heard of controlled burns on nature reserves to control and stimulate vegetation growth. But instead of just knocking a house down? Very unusual. I was sure they were pulling my leg. Anyway about three in the afternoon a fleet of fire engines passed the clubroom. So when the club was over I headed back home making a short detour the way they had come from. Sure enough, when I got to the end of the road. There was a smoky mess where a house used to be and still standing proud in the smoke, the remains of the brick built chimney stack. So I headed home to pick my camera up to get the picture you see below.
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