It's dinnertime at Jamesburg, with the usual caravan of fire engines coming back down the road, the local news muted in the background and a bit of opera in its place.
It was not a good day for the intended backburns - the fire traveled a quarter of a mile and then fizzled. Our thoughts are with the fire crews - it seems that this "slopover" has become a discouraging problem.
"The potatoes are getting overdone," I'm told. That's my cue.