A Thing of Beauty

It seems a bit bizarre in this amazing Indian summer weather we are having, but with the advent of October, we spent Sunday morning making a log pile up at my parents place on the Worcestershire/ Herefordshire boarders. There is something very pleasing about all the shapes and textures, and a very snug smug feeling about preparing for the winter. I remember a few years ago seeing a book of photographs of Austrian log piles. They were beautiful exercises in repeat pettern and construction - but had the whiff of tape measures and spirit levels - much too perfect to use. Ours is very amateur in comparison, but hugely satisfying none the less.

Eleanor Pritchard Studio