.....some ancient Paraffin (or for Robyn 'kerosene') which I had to pour out of a really elderly container. It's supposed to be blue or red but it faded over the years.
It's the price of admission to a really exclusive event.
Can you guess from the specks that have got onto my camera lens?
They are drops of Paraffin (Kerosene) flying all around us.
I'm not sure this is going to help you either;
This weekend the clocks go back as British Summer Time ends - now it will be dark in the afternoon. I'm grumpy about it because spring might have been nice but I was too ill to enjoy it.
By the time I was back on walking sticks the summer was over.
I'm not dealing with it very well.
The only thing to do was to celebrate;
These are 'The M25 Fire Spinners' and they meet every month under the M25 Motorway at Egham, where the Thames goes under the road.
You can find them on FaceBook.
They meet near Budgens and have a little procession along the high street - we joined up with them a bit further on - then we all made our way to the bridge;
It's an incredible space; the river was black and still and above us the great arches of the bridge were like the flying buttresses of a medieval cathedral.
We spoke to Lorenzo who told us that they meet up because Egham is "so boring.....it's our temporary freedom".
These are real circus skills and it all took place against a loud background of Balkan Gypsy music and House.
There were drummers and everywhere a strong smell of Paraffin (Kerosene).
There was fire eating and juggling;
I'm not sure where the evening went - in a matter of moments two and a half hours had gone up in smoke;
I can't think of a better way to party.
Robyn's already taken the first steps to spinning fire and we've promised that next month it's our turn;
I loved the fact that I've driven over the M25 bridge a thousand times and never realised what was going on underneath.
That we were having such fun while quiet Egham dozed in front of the TV.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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