Wild Flowers in Catalunya #8

These flowers look just like little pin cushions.

Bloody wood-burning stoves, or their chimneys anyway, as we realised this morning when the fire refused to draw properly that there were holes in the metal chimney pipe right up near the top... which is why Steve is out buying eight new metre lengths of it at this very moment. So the rest of today will be taken up with lifting the old chimney off the back of the wood-burner and taking all the rotten lengths out into the living room, with the accompanying mess, and then feeding the new lengths back up. It will end with me having my head stuck through the little doorway in the attic trying to guide the last bit into place, while Steve is standing on the roof. Poor man, he's not keen on heights.