Burning man
ONE of my childhood memories of being with my dad in the garden was bonfires. Back in the 1960s, this was how everyone got rid of garden ‘rubbish’. Hardly anyone had a compost heap and the council certainly did not do a green-waste collection. If you could not burn it, the only thing to do was to drive into the woods and dump it by the side of the road. My father never did that, although we would often go into the woods to dig up leafmould
