At home on the range

A spot of domesticity today - the roads are too slippery to go out much! We had a lot of rain around midnight then the temperature dropped and today the roads are like ice rinks. A nice day in school though, I did marbling with the infants - total wonderment, they thought it was just amazing and everyone's attempt was greeted with ooohs and aaahs.

So today is a glimpse into the kitchen - yes, Amalarian I am shamelessly borrowing your idea, though your views were of your rather nice library. The kitchen had to be totally overhauled when we arrived here. There was an inglenook type thing but we put in the large beam of wood bought from a friend who has a collection of interesting and potentially useful pieces of timber retrieved from all over the place. The range is a Stanley, retrieved form a house in Bristol and brought over on the ferry. Another friend knew we were looking for one, was helping his sons renovate an old house, removed the range and brought it to us! It is unbelievably heavy! It's a bit rusty but provides hot water, cooking and heat for the radiators. Unfortunately it's oil fired, but is only used in the winter. The blue plates are Romanian, and the little centre one is Turkish. The teapot was part of a set we bought when we got married. The hearts are a spot of frivolity and above them is a little hanging made for me by a wwoofer called Chloe - she collected shells from the beach and threaded them up as a gift.
No Arthouse movie tonight , the roads are too dodgy.