Come home to a real fire

Our house is getting older. Some years ago the fire in the livingroom stopped working.
It should be a simple fix: find a qualified tradesman and pay for the fix.

Fast forward to 2018 and we set out on a mission to get this fixed. We bumped over about 1000 speedbumps in Throsk to find a shop that sold woodburners. That wasn't what we wanted.

After some other stops we ended up in Kincardine.

And bought a fire.

The fall and rise of Tintin

Everyone talks about the bad winter of 1963 - and for the past few days we have had some tricky snow to deal with too.  
This has mainly involved working from home, and not going out far.  No great difficulties and no real problems.   

But Tintin went out into the Garden on Wednesday, and had a few snow days...

 

This week's shoes

One of the things I like about this blog is not that lots of people are out there hanging on my every poignant word or pithy comment, but more that I can use this to jog my memory to dates and events.

When did we go to Sweden? (2014)  Where were we for Christmas in 2011? 

And so this week has been a little out of the ordinary, as Scotland had its first "Red" weather warning, and the Siberian weather arrived with a flourish.  
Cold winters recently have been missing unless you head off to Canada (-36C around Christmas 2017). The winter of 2010 had a cold fortnight where I remember -18C measured in "Fiona" 

But this week has been warmer, but much much snowier!

And so to this week's shoes:

Left to right....
My boots - normally used for grass cutting and other gardening duties, but used this week to get out to clear the driveway.

My walking boots - normally used for light hill-walking duties but used for all trips out and about this week.

Mrs C's wellies - rarely worn, but absolutely perfect for chocking the wheel of a caravan. The steel toe-cap is ideal for this.

Child 1's walking boots - not taken to university, so worn here by Mrs C on her daily sojourn to check on the progress of the roads and the drifts.

Finally, my good white trainers - normally ideal for summer holidays, but this week, worn by Mrs C for all trips to the garden to check on the progress of Tintin.