A cosy English winter

It’s hard to imagine as I sit here, silently wilting amidst the wet heat of a Sydney summer, but oh to be staring out the window at sights like these…

My father-in-law, D sent me these images recently of their farm in south-west England, snowed in as they were with the heaviest snowfall they’ve had in over thirty years. To be sitting inside near a roaring fire, sipping hot chocolate and cutting up old jumpers to make a soft toy or two, or a hot water bottle cover for a friend… now that would be bliss.

Or maybe a tea cosy from the book, like this: