Fire Starter

So where did September go? It’s the 4th October already. One day I was writing about lazy days by the pool, and drinks in the hot evening sun, and now it’s a warming early evening Apéro of red wine by the crackling fire listening to Dylan on the similarly crackling record player. ‘Turned on my record player….’ Maybe it should have been a touch of country with ‘Cracklin Rosie’.

I took time this afternoon cleaning the fire out. Brian brought the wood in for me, along with my assortment of kindling to light it. Pam recommended using an egg box, which I have to say works really well. So I collect my empty egg boxes to use, along with any odd bits of wood Brian discards, it all goes into my fire starting box.

I seem to take on the role of fire starter, whilst Brian keeps it fed all night, sometimes just ticking over, but other times roaring. Tonight it’s roaring.