A few years ago I got lost looking for the charcoal burners that the Gardener knew and ended up at a huge dark hut with a strange kiln in the middle.
I always thought I should take some photos there, and I needed charcoal for under my floor.
I couldn't really remember where it was, I went up the volcano along the wide road with deep pits dug in the sides for larva flows.
...Up a dirt road, past some industrial cow sheds, finally found it.
He let me take photos, then we made a deal for some charcoal. He said I could have the charcoal grit for nothing. But does it do the same as charcoal pieces? I don't know, so I bought the charcoal, a car full of paper sacks.
It was his father's business, he makes the charcoal from oak, slowly heating it for two days.
Then he sorts it. The good stuff is for restaurants, I got bags of the low grade stuff, that's what it's for.
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