Fire Pit

With the new house requiring so much of our attention, our true love, the wood, has been sadly neglected these last few weeks. We both felt the call of the wild today but not until morning duties were complete, and so it was a late afternoon dash up Route 68 and through the Soutra Pass to reach the wood. We’d bought expensive middle class provisions in Melrose yesterday so we arrived at the hut clutching a cool bag of tasty treats.

Radio playing now and the fire pit on for our tea. Splendid.