A flaming good afternoon snack

A fire was lit.
And maintained.
Sausages were impaled. Some were cremated on the outside. And medium rare in the middle.
Most were delicious.
Only one fell in the flames.

Marshmallows were impaled. And melted.
Lips were burnt. Despite several warnings.

The dying fire was given a mercy killing.
With two jets of health-and-safety-conscious weewees.
Vaporised ammonia was inhaled.
And the experience was not greatly enjoyed.

Rubbish was bagged and packed away.
But children were allowed to come back with us to the car.  

Not before Mrs Raheny was introduced to the Smelly Willy Mushrooms part of the forest. Mimi and Finn were right on target like homing missiles. They know their way around the forest! Come to think about it, I don't thing that there are homing missiles programmed to find Smelly Willy Mushrooms.
Although... Come to really think about it, and given the trillions of dollars that were spent in the Star Wars program under Reagan, there may teams of scientists in an underground lab somewhere in New Mexico working on missiles guided by the smell of Smelly Willy mushrooms. Provided that the developer paid a nice contribution to the last presidential campaign.
Anyway, it was well worth the detour. She was well impressed...