Bath

One electrical circuit still down, so candlelit baths. That's no hardship, especially when the water is scented with the oil from the little whales and stars the children dropped into it.

No hardship either, when you've just come back from the Payre Blanque and the Collines; with the wind blowing straight across the continent. I left tiles with clues for a treasure hunt along the path yesterday evening, but the snow had hidden most of them.

Out of the bath, dry and down by the fire. Moroccan Pie for supper and an evening of television ahead...