Reflected

I had thought to post yet another gloomy photo of mist and mountains, rain and trees in the dusk, but after we'd finished dinner I looked into rather than through the window and saw ...well, our life, really. I always have candles on the windowsill at diner time in the winter, so we don't sit and look out at the dark; they also help to stop me looking at the place where, this winter, the rain has started coming in from some fault in the pointing of the wall outside!. This is where we spend most of the day before decamping to easy chairs and the telly in the front room so you can see our music set-up, with one of the speakers in the corner. Several of my favourite pictures are on the walls, and the vase on the window sill comes from a shop in Glencoe.

The two cups are presents from family to their father/grandfather; the brass snuffer was a 50th birthday present to me from a dear friend; the wooden holder for the tea lights is made of reclaimed oak from whisky barrels and was bought from the man who made it when we were out at Glenbranter buying our Christmas tree.

And through it all dance the flames from the candles - the double images from the double glazing, repeated reflections in the glass of one of the pictures; the reflections in the curve of the empty decanter on the table.