Fire

Inspired by things like The Dangerous Book for Boys (which Grandma bought for Christmas for the boys) we decided to go to the beach and have a fire. This being America, you can't have a fire just anywhere (that's not just American overcautiousness - substantial parts do burn down on a reasonably regular basis), but there are 'fire pits' on the beach.

So we went there to cook lunch and singe our extremities.

We learned a number of lessons, for next time.

1. Bring some water. It's better than apple juice or diet coke, when you burn yourself.
2. Bring a small table. That way, when you leap away from the fire (when you burn yourself) you don't scatter sand onto everyone's food.
3. It might have been better to do it in the evening, or on a colder day. It was quite warm (23 degrees, on the 13th of January, he said smugly), and a fire was unpleasantly hot, rather than pleasantly warming.