Did I tell you I love our log stove?

Molly loves it too. (Ignore the empty shelves and bare plaster, please)

In times of austerity, it’s the simple pleasures in life that make a difference.  This winter, it’s been a joy to indulge in the warm luxury of our log stove.  Although I’m the self-appointed  fire lighter, Andy knows how much I love coming home to a glowing fire so if l’ve been working late , he’ll make magic,  creating a cosy and welcoming  living room  for my return. I can usually tell if the flames are dancing before I reach the garden gate, as the tell-tale fragrance of wood smoke assaults my nostrils as I cycle along the back lane       

More pyrotechnics

Our log stove is a “roaring” success.  We’ve lit it several times over the weekend and have been thrilled with its performance.  Within minutes of lighting we’ve had a glorious burn with flames dancing seductively behind the glass.  They’re hypnotic to watch and can hold me captivated for hours.  So far there has been very little ash as the wood has been totally reduced to fine powder, forming a fire bed. As it’s August we’ve only burnt a couple of logs each evening but the heat output has been more than enough to chase away the dampness of the dusk