Bernlaws, sternlaws and post-prandial fire

In my in-laws' garden last night, we'd just eaten a leg of lamb and other assorted deliciosities at the table just out of the picture, and we started lounging at the fire pit.

There were flies but they knew where to go when the fire started. And there were flankers flying towards shoes and pant cuffs. A water-hose was in the grass nearby; it didn't need to be used.