It is a cold and rather damp evening.Chris is working away and the dogs and Albert are all asleep in various warm places around the living room.
I have lit the candles and am just going to settle down to watch Olivia De Havilland in The Dark Mirror.
At night the cottage living room always looks at it's best.
I was talking to Olwenna the other day, she was one of the ladies that volunteered to be interviewed for my sister blog Trelawnyd -Voices from the past.
She reminded me that when she was a small girl in the late 1930s she used to come to our cottage to learn songs from a lady called Brenda Smith, the coal merchant's daughter.
(The Smith family, incidentally were the first non Welsh speaking people in the village I have been told)Apparently the cottage living room looks very much as it did way back then..minus the piano of course