Finn was there to help as well. Now 10 he is keen to be trusted with more tasks and so I put him to sawing up the smaller branches into kindling ready for next winter. He loved it and made an excellent job of it too. He and his friend were also allowed to walk home from school on their own for the first time this week. I gave him much instruction which he bore with a patient and resigned look. I was making too much fuss and of course they were both sensible and delighted with their little bit of independence.
The rest of the weekend was left to simple pleasures; slow breakfasts, the baking of a loaf of bread, coffee and newspapers, drinks with some girlfriends, finishing of a novel, knitting and 'The Bridge'. Most of the above were done in front of the blazing wood burner. There are things to love about winter.