Rolling over into Autumn has sucker punched us with a nice hard taste of winter with gale southerlies and sub ten degrees C for a couple of days now. We lit the fucking fire like the spineless softies that we are, having gotten in some bone-dry willow a week or so before, which is fortuitous since we don't own an electric heater. The last one self-immolated in a brilliant stroke of dust-choked irony.
I hate not having a full store of wood before it starts getting cold; it's the only thing that keeps me awake at night. Everyone's predicting a shitty winter but it's all relative in a maritime climate- shitty here means it might get down to zero C a few times. Lol, eh?
You guys up north must be looking forward to spring and summer. Hope you get a good one.