There are few things as exciting to me as the first properly crisp and cold day of autumn. A time when I can un-vacuum pack the cold-weather duvet, feel justified in lighting a few candles (even on a weekday) and, of course, fire up the wood burning stove.
Not only does the cosy glow it sends forth instantly transform the open plan kitchen-diner it sits within into a homey hub, but is also throws out tonnes of heat into what is, as outside temperatures dip, a draughty, chilly place to be – particularly as a home worker.
