Hearth and home

Cold spell suddenly upon us, time for the first fire of the winter.
We have a whole tree waiting to be chopped into logs, huge "cheeses" that need splitting.

Now that the clocks have gone back the lure of the fireside is hard to resist. Those long soft velvety evenings sipping a merlot on the terrace have given way to telly and hot chocolate with the only drawback the whole hassle of hauling logs upstairs to the first floor.
One more thing we miss the boys for!