I can hear a certain blogging acquaintance groaning and saying “Not another blog post about a stove?” Yep, ‘fraid so and not just any old stove, but a wood-burning stove.
But far from weighing in in the ultra-lightweight stakes, this stove took 2 burly blokes to move it and weighs in at a whopping great 370 kg / 7.28 cwt!
Ok, so you may have gathered that this is absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with walking or camping – but there is a connection to the outdoors… it is about playing with fire, which I know some of you like to do. Those of you who are not interested, I won’t be offended it you move along now.
I just want to share my excitement. A few days ago the swanscot clan homeland got a new Rayburn wood-burning stove fitted in our kitchen. For the past 30 years we’ve nurtured, and been warmed by, our old Rayburn stove. We fed it with logs at regular intervals and in return it provided us with with heat in the kitchen, lashing of hot water, central heating to the other rooms, and ovens and a large hot plate to turn out mountains of food. Not to mention providing a perfect spot to warm wellies, dry wet walking jackets and numerous hats, scarves and gloves. But for the past two winters (the two coldest winters for a couple of decades) it failed to keep us all toasty – tending more towards the warm-enough-if-you-wear-a-couple-of-jumpers-and-a-scarf level of warmth. Plus it started to cough and belch (clouds of smoke!) rather too frequently.
So, a replacement was ordered… and waited on… and on… and on. Thank goodness for a milder than usual October and early November. Now, finally, a new fire-breathing beast sits in our kitchen radiating heat and cooking a pot of soup on the hob as I sit here typing.
I look forward to the daily exercise I get from fetching and carrying logs from the wood store to the kitchen and occasionally swinging an axe to split extra logs to add to those our son provides
We now have the trials and tribulation of fitting a kitchen around the fire-breathing beast to look forward to.