Saturday, December 24, 2005

Christmas eve, babe

Here we are, then.
James Bond is on the telly.
Watchnight service in the Hillswick kirk tonight.
We appear to have enough to drink and eat.
Various children are at home. The dogs are asleep downstairs.
Granny's at the care centre, but will be here tomorrow.
I think there's enough propane and heating oil.

It's been a gloriously mild Christmas Eve, like a spring day, and the Radiocroft is almost - almost - ready for habitation by my sister and her family next week.

As for cooking, this is a picture of our oven. Or rather, my hand-built peat-driven field oven, intended for all-night roasting of turkey and goose. Alas, It's turned out to be more of a fridge than an oven. A few design tweaks needed for next year. Have to trust in Calor once more.

Anyway, God bless and have a great Christmas.


sperrman said...

hi tam
surely thats no a bag of shop bought peat in the barra ?
ah wid huv thought you wid dig your own , you should think black burnin shame o' yourself,
awra best tae you and yours fur the new year

Tom Morton said...

"Shop bought peats"? Never! Cast, raised, dried, bagged and hauled home by hand. Though, err...not mine. What are kids for?