Light my Fire, Finally

After eight months of cold, gap'd walls, dust and far, far too much painting we finally got the final, final inspection. I don't think you ever really pass with flying colours but we did pass. So we got to light the fire!

It smoked a lot. The new paint curing on the firebox probably smoked more than what went up the chimney for the first hour. So ironically we had a roaring fire with all the windows and doors open on a rainy night. Enjoyable nonetheless with a glass of wine and Auntie Bron to share it with us for a time.

Toasty, toasty.