Bantry Boy looked around the room and in a low voice whispered, cottages like these won’t be around much longer. It’s true. Looking at the scene it already looks like it could come straight out of a museum, a living museum.
The Stove
Your Turn Polly
The old lady spends many a while with the stove door open, staring at the dancing flames of yellow, orange and red, as one briquette after another is devoured. It heats the water, the house, acts as a cooker and is always ready to make the tea. A loyal servant indeed.
Already I look at the images with fondness, as if they no longer exist in reality.
Meticulous Mick 
Beautiful…. so beautiful.
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Thank your dear Malin, MM x
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My pleasure… x
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Reminds me of my childhood too! Always warm in a farmhouse kitchen (England not Ireland though).
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Love a good solid farmhouse kitchen. Can’t beat it
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Wow! Yes! Thank you for posting this! 🙂
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My pleasure Christine, 😃
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Hey MM, your words are lovely. The images remind me so much of things that were in my life too. 🙂
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Thank you Julie, may all go a bit quiet on here for a while. Nothing personal. 🍀😃
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Reminds me of my Grandparents kitchen in Nebraska.
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They still around?
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A shame to see that lovely quaintness disappear.
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The place is so warm….
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I can see the towel 🙂
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Right, now just remember to use it next time…..😃
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Back at my gram’s house. Nice idea!
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👍
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I’m sure if we were fed and warm, this would be all we would require of an winter’s evening.
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Absolutely and what a warm welcome….
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🙂
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“Home on the Range” 😉
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My country home ….😃
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Beautiful words, and images. A fine way to start the day. david
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Thank you so much, am glad it has given you a kick start to the day.
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My Granny used to have one of these and their kitchen always smelled of turf…
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Sweet, sweet memories…
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