In the last few months attempts have been made by a few friends to plunder the posts from the vine mountains. Now it is too late; the vine mountains have been set alight.
At one point we had ten bonfires burning around the farm. [Incidentally I am mentioned once in a book about Bon Scott called Bonfire. Although my dog is mentioned twice, illustrating the relative value of dogs versus children.]
The cows were a little too far away to benefit from the warmth.
Every now and then the excavator would poke around the flames and get things burning brighter, just like you do with the fire at home.
One of the mountains had more copper sulfate in it than the others and burned with a green-white flame rather than the usual orange.
After the steel wire has been salvaged the rest ends up six feet under.