There are times, admittedly few, when washing the breakfast pots becomes an absolute pleasure! Friday morning last week was one of those times… and it was because I heated the water for the bowl in my trusty, and pretty darned marvellous, Kelly Kettle!
I didn’t have any twigs to hand, but I did have a few oddments of timber, and with the axe I broke that up into useable chunks. The flames caught quickly and a can of boiling water bubbled in minutes. Just two cans were enough for a steaming bowl of soapy washing up water… better still Claire then volunteered to do the washing-up anyway!