Forlorn Hope

Just back from an exhilarating day's stoking at Rabbi Meir's.Here are two of my pots,stationed front right and left of the loading chamber,just where careless folk are apt to throw the occasional large log,but where,if,against all the odds,they survive their ordeal of having large lumps of wood thrown at them every ten minutes for six days- results can be spectacular.Very tired- off to bed.