Fire, earth, water… well. we had fire today, water all day Sunday and again today, making the earth distinctly claggy. Only yesterday I took a walk across to the shop in the next village and was surprised by the amount of standing water and mired gateways en route. My boots were definitely tested for waterproofness (is that really a word?) and passed, although sagging hiking socks failed to protect the trouser bottoms (note to self ‘find waterproof leggings’).
It was a lovely afternoon for a walk, blue sky with scudding clouds and a flock of Jacob’s sheep huddling round the bridge across the fields. The hamstone cottages and farmsteads in the village positively glowed in the afternoon sunlight.
But today one of the row of cottages I passed on my walk is now a gaping smoke-damaged ruin. Everything lost – but life preserved.
The shock to our quiet villages has rippled across the fields and down the lanes. It is the subject of every greeting between neighbours.
We see so little of such things here in our corner of Somerset, but loss and destruction are a way of life in so many parts of the world. Our house fire is just a small echo of that.
I look around at the clutter of my home and wonder how I would feel if everything were lost. Terrible shock and pain no doubt – but you only have to watch the news to see the determined grit of the human race – picking things up and carrying on, one step in front of another, until the job is done.
One highlight of today’s story has been the natural way neighbours came out and took their friends into their homes to give them tea and comfort, allowing the firemen to do their job.
It is comforting to know that when the chips are down there is a true spirit of caring and wonderful firemen (and no doubt women) who know exactly what to do and then get on and do it!


About apthomas

I love books, reading, writing, baking, chocolate, painting, sewing, people and fairtrade - not necessarily in that order. I am a lazy gardener - who loves the garden, and a lazy housewife who likes the place to be warm and welcoming. I live in beautiful Somerset. I am enslaved by Sherpa-the-cat. Saturday mornings find me 'playing shop' in the Honey Pot - a second hand bookshop, run from my garage, where along with the books you'll find fun, friendship and refreshments - all in a good cause.
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One Response to Elemental

  1. Susan in TX says:

    So sorry to hear about the fire, but rejoicing with you that no life was lost. Fires are such scary things. Like you, I’m very grateful for those trained to come and handle them with expertise. It is nice to be out walking again over here as well, although with the sheep, etc. it sounds like your scenery is much nicer.

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