Our first fire in our earth oven crackled gleefully, wafting aroma filled memories of camping (complete with a good ten minute game of musical chairs as we dodged the healthy plume of smoke emanating from the mouth). Our neighbours in the flats looked down upon us with scorn, disgust or good humoured skepticism depending on the direction the wind blew the smoke at that particular moment. But once the residual damp from our less than waterproofed woodpile had been exhausted they lost interest and our eyes stopped watering.