Roaring fire

I managed to escape for my half day at work, to meet a friend in Goring. Unable to get into our planned cafe we ended up in the Miller of Mansfield. A pair of leather chairs beside the open log fire was the obvious spot to settle on a freezing cold day with snow still on the surrounding hills. A perfect way for a good catch up. I just love the smell of a real fire and the crackling, crinkling sounds of the wood and the settling ash. Perfect.