Fire and Whisky

An evening out at the chiminea tonight, as Joni was meeting friends. Amélie was tired and went to bed as I popped out to the garden, armed with a bottle of Auchentoshan and some paper to light the logs. My bother came over, as did my parents and my Dad's cousin (and his wife and dog) and then my Aunt popped over to say Hi. It was a busy wee fire. Joni and I sat until after midnight enjoying some drams by the fading flames and we caught up on each other's day.

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