Log FiresWe have an open fire at home.
It is the focal point of our sitting room and the place most visitors make a beeline for when they enter the house.
I love the smell of the wood, and the crackling noises the logs make as they catch fire, and I enjoy watching the two cats curled up on the rug in front of the fire, or in their baskets at the edges of the hearth.
Last night we went out with our musician friends. They had visitors over from Ireland, so we borrowed some extra instruments and headed out West.
When we arrived, the pub was aglow with warmth and light from the fire in the middle of the room. It was such a cosy place to settle down to drink, chat and play.
At the moment, it is great to know that M is home before me, and has the fire going by the time I finish work. It is such a welcoming sight on a cold evening.
I will be glad when winter has finally loosened its grip, but I do enjoy my fire.