Two weeks before the burn I decided I could no longer leave the work unattended from early evening and began to camp out in a tent. This was most the wobbly part of the project as it meant time away from home and family. I don’t think it would have looked very good if I had received a phone call in the middle of the night in my own bed telling me someone had set it alight. An interesting point about this was the concern other people were showing in and about the work. As I was on site from early morning to dusk I could see when people mostly used the site and who, so it didn’t really strike me as much of a concern. The gardens is 3 miles from Penzance and a mile from the nearest village, though other people thought my presence absolutely necessary. It was quite touching in a way. The biggest danger I felt was people shooting rabbits at night - hot lead and tinder dry gorse didn’t sound like a good recipe.