It's a bit chilly here today. The sun is shining so beautifully in the sky (if a little low on the horizon for my liking but you get that this time of year) yet the wind is going straight through me. And the house. And everything else. Except the car strangely - I think I might go and sit in it in the sun with a good book for an hour or so to defrost my toes.
As you can tell, I'm not that big a fan of the cold. Not a good way to be when you live in an area known for its cool autumns, freezing/rainy/miserable winters and cool springs. But I no complain (not too much anyway!!).
In preparation for the oncoming winter, which all the old-timer-locals tell me will be a cold one this year (and last year wasn't???), I got in and cleaned the combustion stove. I found some instructions on the net (I love google) and worked out that there are little access points all around the oven and warmer sections which allow cleaning access - who'd a thunk it!
Anyhoo, the other day I got in and scraped out a 10L bucket full of ash and soot and who knows what else. I also managed to fix the flue lever so that it doesn't need to be held precariously in place with a piece of strategically placed wire. Nice. And then I gave all the doors a good scrub to make it look as pretty as it is. Pretty.
And wouldn't you know it, it's like a new stove. We fired it up that night and it lit first time! Fantastic! And then, best of all, all the smoke actually went up the chimney, not into the kitchen, lounge, bedrooms and hall....even better! I'm in wood-fired-stove heaven!
I love this stove. It is the exact same make as the one my Nana had - she used hers for all of her cooking and to heat the hot water. I remember many cold mornings and cool nights sitting on the lounge she had in front of it (in the kitchen - how cool is that!) watching her mix and whip and bake. When the LOML and I first looked at this house when it was up for sale, I fell in love with all of the fruit trees on the block (the LOML fell in love with the sheds) and then the deal was cinched when I spied this stove in the kitchen. Right then and there we were buying this house (though I was under strict instructions to 'play it cool, don't look interested' so that the agent wouldn't know how keen we were!). My charade obviously worked!
My Aunt had a stove like this as well. She married a cane farmer (46 years ago yesterday!) and always had a kettle on the stove ready for anyone and everyone who passed through her kitchen. That's her kettle in the photo - she gave it to me last year. She long ago updated her kitchen yet this kettle had special memory and she kept it in her cupboard. Makes it even more special to me that she chose to pass it on to me.
Speaking of kettles, maybe a nice steaming hot cup of something sweet will warm me up.....that and putting on another couple of layers!