The chill in the air that causes the leaves to turn now prompts us to turn on the heating.
Over the summer months two new woodburning stoves have stood in the downstairs rooms, like friendly black Labradors, expectant and eagerly waiting command from their masters.
Lighting small fires to begin (in order to bake the paint), we imagine the warmth and pleasure these sturdy, companionable stoves will bring throughout the winter months ahead.
The hearthside is a place of past, present and future; for talk and for stories. It’s where we share today’s news and tomorrow’s plans; remembering tales from long ago that have travelled through time: jewels that shine through the mist and glint in the firelight.
“By the light o’ the peat-fire flame,
Light for love, for lilt o’laughter,
By the light o’ the peat-fire flame,
The light the hill-folk yearn for.”