Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: The Berwyn mountains in the paradise of Powys
My Motorhome: Hymer S740 on Sprinter 616 (2004)
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One of the first memories I had as a child was my mother sweeping me up and letting really rip at my father screaming at the top of her voice. I was happily playing in front of the log fire. It was explained much later what happened. Like many farmers at that time dad bought, stored and used black powder for blowing up rocks, and large tree stumps, crow scarers etc. His preferred storage place was in the old disused bread oven in the large inglenook chimney. It ensured the powder was always dry.
I had reached up unlatched the oven and took small hessian bag the size of a sugar bag of this wonderful black sand like stuff and was playing with it in front of an open log fire making a pile here and there.
Luckily social services were not involved. As I grew older I learned for myself that the danger would have been not much more than a serious singe as the powder would not have been confined but dear mum didn't know that.