Fireside Bike.

I was given a bike for my birthday in April.
As my previous, very expensive and precious Muddy Fox mountain bike was demolished by vandals, it lives in the wood burning stove room. Which also happens to be the cosiest room to sit.
It was freezing tonight, so I lit the Clearview stove to produce a welcoming blast for tonight's after work guest as they came into the hall.
I then sat by the heat for five minutes and abandoned the idea of sitting in a 'decent room' and relocated to the junky second sitting room.
My guest is an old English master from Uppingham School. He has taught Stephen Fry, read thousands of books, (of course) and has a quick and wicked wit.

When I went to photograph him earlier with my iPhone, he posed with the sort of face a dignified old master would pull, having to drink wine and munch roasted peanuts, with a bicycle looking over his shoulder.