Gorse burning in misty evening sunlight at Cwm Ystradllyn, Snowdonia, North Wales
As I wandered down off a remote and lonely mountain, I said hello to a farmer on quad bikes who was making his way up the mountainside. I then noticed smoke appearing a little way further down the track. As I rounded the bend I realised he had set fire to gorse bushes, in a controlled burn and was now repeating the process higher up. I was mesmerised by the billowing smoke - crackles of burning twigs the only sound in this silent landscape, and that memory-jogging smell of childhood bonfires in Grandad's garden.