Winter comfort Low sun slides behind fells, it’s time to light the fire. Ash in the drawer is colder than death. I scrape it into the bucket. Five kindling pieces and a firelighter built in a shape that reminds me of a trebuchet. Two small dry logs. One match. No more. From haunches watch flames […]
Well, we’re in. And I love it. The way the fire reflects in the floor… The view over the field… (ignoring the builders’ portaloo) The warmth… The feeling of landing…. Of course, there are boxes everywhere. And stuff inexplicable things that I can’t get rid of. But it’s home.
It’s such a cliche, isn’t it? Starting a blog post with some sort of self-flagellation about being a second-rate blogger. Ho hum. So I won’t bother with that. Thing is though, I had no idea so much time had slithered away. Sure, I knew it had been a week or so, but not a month. […]