Au bout de souffle

Not 'about a soufflé' but more about blowing the dormant fire back into life.

We had a lovely time with mates cooking over the bbq and sitting outside in the relatively mild January temperature. Then it was all hands to cutting and burning well into the dark with the flames leaping high and the sparks flying.

We were going to stay the night but the appeal of a warm flat was too much and we high-tailed over the Consuma and back to Fiesole.

And we are consuming The Crown like nobody's business.



Many many thanks for the comments. My blips are arriving in chunks at the moment as some days I am just too bushed to lift finger to keyboard.