Into the Frying Pan; Volunteer Firefighters

His skin is tanned into cracked leather from years in the sun, and black rings of engine grease around his fingernails suggest that he can drive a tractor and fix one as well. And, it transpires, he has been a fireman for 37 years, since he was 16. Car crashes mainly, not so many fires, though a few good ones. Big plantation blazes. Exciting stuff. Fire-fighting is just the thing a bloke does in the country, to help others, to socialise.

“I only quit cause I buggered me back,” he says. “Best team sport you could ever play, and an adventure too.”