After a long bustle, a bonfire finally burns on a hunting camp. Rejuvenated, wet fans of forest cosiness rejoice, reddened hands are drawn to the fire. It would seem that there is a fire, and now all the worries are behind. But this does not happen not only in life in general, but even in the forest, where a person strives precisely in order to forget about all matters, problems, troubles.
First, the bonfire needs to be constantly or at least periodically monitored. I will not be a pedant, I will not repeat what troubles a street bonfire can do. It’s enough that it will simply go out, and again in the rain or in the snow you have to repeat the whole long process of kindling it. Continue reading