Hot Wax

We’ve been sitting out on the terrace all evening, watching while the swifts swooped and swirled as they enjoyed life and brought home the bugs, watching the sunset sky’s colours appear and disappear, watching the flames dancing above the wax in the fire bowl. Just after I took a few pictures of said bowl though, all watching disappeared and I walked into the thing, giving my left foot an unexpected hot wax treatment. On the plus side, the flames are dancing higher; on the minus side I may have a hairless set of toes.

Just added an Extra I’d forgotten about; a wee moth that I can’t identify. Any thoughts?