Early morning may bring many pleasures but none quite so
resassuring in the murky darkness as the 1st cuppa.
(Ironically, I decided that my epitaph will be
I kept calm and look where it got me)
and the woodburner lighting quickly from last nights embers
(alas, central heating is not an option here).
By the time the kettle has boiled on the Rayburn
for the third mug of tea, the fire is
rip roaring away, primed ready for the rest of the day
. . .and so am I!!
What does it take to get you going on these winter mornings?