My lovely quilty friends are firing up blog posts about good resolutions and retrospective kaleidoscopes showing all the amazing things they have made last year. So inspiring! I certainly haven’t got round to that yet (if ever…), but have been storing up energy for the next term instead for a few days.
We took our usual back-to-the-past holiday up a mountain in the place Miss R, in her impeccable seven-year-old vocabulary, describes as “simply so lovely because it’s so rustic”. This translates into high maintenance winter rural life — i.e. remembering to put a log on the fire every 20 minutes unless you are planning to freeze. But it is such a wonderful antidote to urban life. We are so terribly lucky. No running water, only filtered rain. No bathroom, only a large yellow bucket. No mod cons, no internet, no blogs, nothing but pure mountain bliss. A tiny space to make us all happily cramped together.
As an added bonus, New Year saw fresh snow. It was stupendous while it lasted.
Splendid, isn’t she? The space for logs (top lefthand door) is pretty tiny, and only holds small logs, so we need to keep her regularly stoked up. But the chalet is so tiny, this heats us all we need.
Our water, in a large tank holding rain off the roof, is pumped up to the single room with this old pump. She squeaks and leaks a little, but does the job. The white cylinder on the right is our water filter. We’ve never had the resulting water tested (should we?), but we all drink it without apparent harm.
When we bought this chalet a few years ago, it came with its contents almost intact. An old woman had died; the children couldn’t agree on what to do with it. We gratefully took on much of it. The little sewing box, with much inside, was a particular treasure.
When the rain really poured, we spent a happy morning inside, sitting round the table, assembling these two happy chaps from lovely packs given to the children for Christmas. It was the perfect rainy winter activity! I even (almost) followed the instructions, including the daft requirement to paint terracotta pots… in terracotta red paint. (Ms E, are you proud of me?)
Happy New Year to you all, and may we all get all the creative time we wish for! Oh, any maybe just a little more snow? JJ