and throw a few on when ever I want boiling water. It's almost as fast
as an electric kettle.
Picking up an armful while I walk across the field is now a pleasant
daily chore, and they smell wonderfully sweet as they burn.
An account of life in a Northumbrian Croft
In November 2006 I was offered the chance to take on a three room cottage with no road, electricity, or mains water - the "Stone Caravan" of the title.
As I don't have an ounce of sense I said yes, and this is the journal of my attempt to live in the wood...
Picking up an armful while I walk across the field is now a pleasant
daily chore, and they smell wonderfully sweet as they burn.
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