My Mum and Dad had an incinerator in their garden. I have always desired one. Tim gave me one for my birthday last year and it has sat in the woods unused. Our burning tasks have always been to immense for it to be used. Until today. It was perfect to dispose of brambles. I listened to London Grammar to try and quieten the thoughts I have batting around my head.
Incinerating
Pen and Watercolour
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