Yesterday some Captain Clever decided to torch a nearby field. It was probably the owner of the field preparing for the foundations of another 10 zillion apartments to be laid, but it just trashed the neighbourhood. The air was filled with burning debris; like something from 'When the Wind Blows'. I can tell you, it was a race to close shutters and protect my precious Liberty bedlinen from the grey sooty bits.
My landlady went to scope out the fire last night (it burned all day & evening). She said the people whose homes were adjacent to the field were just terrified.
You'd think if you were planning such an extravaganza, someone would need to be informed at some point before you started the blaze. Well, them's the super-bendy-stretchy Madeiran version of EU regulations...
Neighbourhood back to normal today. And the dolphins are in, which is stunning.