Well when I woke up this morning I didn’t think we were in for a perfect Sunday. Chopping logs was on the agenda and it was pretty cold outside. It was going to be a chore. However, once we got going, I started to feel a little sense of satisfaction. There’s still snow on the ground so the surrounding fields were looking quite magical and the dogs, being snow loving Labradors, were having a great time. I also realised that I was getting a few steps in dragging branches from the field to the garage (5060 steps to be exact). A couple of hours later and the job was done. So, it was with a feeling of accomplishment that we lit the fire, prepped the tea and settled down to watch Ski Sunday. What could be better?
A perfect Sunday?
