Braunston.

Lots of logs and the revival of the hot rum toddy!.... Bliss.

Today began by us being awoken by some maniac trying to break out of the ice opposite us. He failed dismally though. You really cant help but wonder where on earth did he think he was going?

From here it is practically open countryside to Hillmorton in one direction and the same over to Calcutt or Napton. We will never know.

We had a good wander with our trolleys today, gathering as much wood as we could cram into them. This didn't take all that long and we were soon back at Ubique cutting it all up.

We had gathered about enough for another two to three days of continuous burning which is now all lovingly piled in the log box.
It was just about then that I remembered the luxury of the hot rum toddy.

When you have got yourself just cold enough, (not before) this is the thing to have.

This stems from back in the days when you have been to sea at two in the morning, the spray has been freezing onto the wheelhouse as you carve your way out through the waves. Once the Pilot had been unceremoniously dumped aboard the incoming ship it was then a race back to the harbour and the delights of the toddy to get the blood flowing again.
Ahhhh.......... memories.

On our frequent walks to the village we were a bit taken aback as to why we had never noticed this face before. It's been there a while, we must of had our eyes closed.


Its 23 C in our front room at the moment..............which is nice.




Until next time...........................