Yet again it's that time of year when the Two Terriers stock up on logs for the coming winter. The stove has been cleaned and had fresh linings fitted along with a new rope seal on the door so the only thing left to do was to speak to the log man.
As good as his word they were delivered within a couple of days and then I start the obsessive compulsive disorder ritual of stacking them along the fence next to the unused logs from last year.
Two hours later and and there are the logs stacked in position and I'm sitting with a well earned mug of coffee; just looking at them you get that lovely warm feeling without even lighting them.
One more load and we're there, fully prepared for the worst that winter can throw at us.
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