With the school work done, Captain constructed his very first camp fire - in our front yard! He had learnt all the tricks from his dad the day before, and was just aching to try it out for himself. The conditions were perfect - being overcast, a little drizzly, with no breezes, and safe - the platform for the fire, a freshly excavated clay clearing.
I decided to prepare a bread dough, to serve with our chicken soup. The delightful crust just shattered in our mouths. All this reading Little House on The Prairie has gone to our heads. We could smell the smoke in our hair and just imagine the prairie breezes, and truly taste delicious prairie-style cooking. Captain's scones were so golden with cream, butter and glorious free range yellowy yolks.
Another unplanned pleasure was that our next chapter for the bedtime read aloud was A Fire On The Hearth, Little House on The Prairie.
One memorable afternoon.
PS A hose was kept at hand, just in case.
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