All set for the winter

So last Thursday in Torridon an ENORMOUS lorry came down the steep and narrow road to the cottage, manoeuvred with difficulty into position, and deposited a crate containing 1.5 cubic meters of firewood logs outside the garden gate.

Here I am patiently waiting inside the house as Gail transported 17 wheelbarrow loads (that's 51 full bags) of ash logs all the way to the shed at the far end of the garden, lifted the bags into the shed and stacked the logs, two layers deep, against the side wall.

Of course I had to inspect the finished work, not forgetting to water the Crocosmia (Montbretia) flowers en route to the shed. 

Pleased to report Gail did a tolerably neat job of stacking the logs and now we are all set for winter! 

Helping with the energy crisis

You would think, wouldn't you, that with energy in the UK currently priced at 87 squillion £ per megawatt-hour courtesy of evil Mr Putin, my ongoing efforts to help reduce our heating costs might be appreciated.

Sadly not. Each time I gather up some firewood when out on a walk, and go to the trouble of dragging it along the street and all the way back to our front door, it is firmly removed from my mouth before I am allowed to enter the house.

With Gail disdaining my well-meant efforts to stock our house with fuel for the winter, I just hope that there will be funds left over for my treat supply once our gas and electricity bills have been paid...

By the way, I remain available for warming winter cuddles, at least for as long as it pleases me.