Where I muse a bit... Raven rambles on people in uniform...

Hi all,

I wrote this on holiday the other week, sitting on a terrace in Portugal and watching the swallows skimming the pool at sunset. Amazing.

Sadly I also watched a wildfire eat up part of the mountain side across the valley. Not so good. In the middle of the night, it looked, well not to put too fine a point on it, bloody scary. By daylight it was smoke I could see, but in the dark? Lots of flames. I spent a lot of those hours worrying for the people who live up there. And yeah, praying.

(source pinterest, photo by creativefan .com)

To people who live in hot places, I know the prospect of wildfire is ever present. It’s not necessarily man made, though sadly lots seem to be. But boy once fire starts it’s hard to stop. Wherever you are. 

Even my small village in Scotland has a fire brigade.

Ours is made up of men and women who drop everything, leave the dinner half cooked, the customer unserved, sex unfinished, or whatever and do what is needed. I suspect there are a lot like that whether full time or retained.

Lots of dirty, sweaty, hot, hot, hot, man—and women—hours go into that which follows the unfinished business.

 It’s no wonder readers like stories about people in uniform.

 Of course now my mind is running on those lines.

Well it would be rude not to, wouldn't it?

Watch this space so to speak.

Oh okay drool over him and the ladies instead...

Happy drooling...er 
reading,

love Raven x