The romantic in me thought the tank had crashed to the ground during the fire, being gently lifted back into
position by the growing tree. However, the realist in me knew the truth: the tank was being held by the pipes, and the tree simply
grew up around it.
To the left was the menacing steel spike of the lightning conductor, having worked free of its chimney mounting, and now swayed;
threatening to take an eye out or disappear into someone's skull.
This little movie shows what we were dealing with.
Figure #27: Uplands | Interiors