Wherever you lay a fire

That's my home. I know it's a liberty with the lyrics, however its just how he is. Walking in the opposite direction today, into Cley and the smokehouse to buy our dinner (dressed crab followed by hot smoked salmon, plenty of omega fatty acids). Then back dodging the afternoon rain to light the fire and read. I think it's one of the only times I can say I read a Saturday newspaper cover to cover, is when I am away. There are still articles not fully digested, however they aren't worth bothering about. You may say, but it's Sunday, I know that, however it takes me two days to finish Saturday's paper!