So, this year, some of my camp mates decided to only walk halfway to the man and set up a bunch of chairs for the burn.
Not a bad plan.. until a dust storm came rolling in, and the only thing we could really see was a glow through the dust of where the man was burning. It was a hoot.
Basically turned into a kind of picinic in the dust with good company.
Every Burn is different
Every Burn is good...... etc.
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