Snow was falling and it was a bitterly cold night. We sat in the inglenook round a huge log fire, cosy and warm. Our mother was telling us stories and we dreamed of snow-covered mountains, log cabins, huskies and reindeer. Candles flickered – we had only oil lamps and candle light – and there was […]
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