I saw a Facebook post the other day that tickled me; it read “You know it’s cold outside when….. you go outside and it’s cold.”
I’m rather enjoying the sudden change to properly seasonal weather, as it provides an excellent reason for evenings in front of this:
I think this was one of my fires, because of its meagreness; it would certainly have needed feeding during the evening. The Gardener fills the entire stove, blazes it up furiously, and it then lasts the entire night without needing to be topped up. Except then we can’t get near it for the heaps of cats and dog in a group fireside coma.