Give me the power of man's red flower...

There are few things better than curling up in front of a real fire on a cool evening. The patterns created as the wood burns are amazing.
Outside, the smell of wood burning fires remind me of days spent at my Nan's house in Winteringham as a child, when every house in the village had smoke curling out of the chimney.
Here in the Dordogne Valley, plumes of smoke rise from bonfires all around the valley as people tidy up and prepare for spring in the garden.