It is rather nice waking up in our cabin, preferably at the appropriate time but usually far too early! The only civilised toilet is over in the house, about 100 yards away, and in great demand over breakfast time. Alternatively, the long drop is about 100yds in the opposite direction and pitch dark in the night with only a small cut out in the top of the wall. So during the night, the bushes behind the cabin call! Not great if it is raining or cold but a super opportunity to check for Northern Lights. We haven’t had to deal with severe conditions yet and may not need to before we leave although they had snow on the other side of town last night.
It is lovely to snuggle back into a cosy bed. The sheets are a soft cotton and I have a variety of layers to bring up over me sucessively as the cabin temperature drops. When the fire is on it can become akin to a sauna! It is a huge stove and a small room, but overnight, unless we stoke the fire regularly (which we aren’t awake enough to do) the temperature drop is directly related to the extent of the chill outside. By morning I usually have 2 quilts, one doubled over and an opened sleeping bag over the top of me. The only problem is that I am so warm and comfortable but the air temperature is relatively low that I have to steal myself to get out from underneath the bedding, despite my pyjamas.
I don’t know if it is the nature of the physical work, being outside most of the time or the beds have actually been good but they have all been or felt comfortable in each place we’ve stayed. Sleep hasn’t always come easily, despite physical tiredness, but I can’t blame the beds. Here, my pillow could have been blamed but once I discovered what the case contained I knew it was innocent as it had been surprisingly comfortable. We are grateful for having brought the little blow-up pillows and both use them for additional rise but when I came to change the bedding I discovered the provided contents, 2 folded up blankets! and I thought I needed my Hungarian goose down.
Today Marilyn gave us a little electric heater so I ‘m unsure what impact that will have but hopefully make getting up more acceptable. If not, I’ll have to think of a new excuse. Bedtime is usually quite early so it isn’t that we are not spending enough time in bed. We have been retiring around 10pm quite consistently since we arrived in Canada. Initially doing some tasks after the evening meal but now it is dark just after 7pm so no daylight time is available. We have been getting up around 7am almost everyday but now it has slipped to 7.30, as the sun rises, real farming life.
Tonight we had to go out after supper into the fields and fill the cow troughs via a pump from the creek. This has expanded since the beavers built a dam right across. You could easily hear them tonight as they belly flopped into the water, not appearing to have any concern regarding making a noise. It was quite a treat to see one swimming across from their high-rise apartment (just at the base of the tall tree) which we are told was very modest by local standards. They are considered a pest around these parts despite their reputation as nature’s architect. The photo isn’t very clear as it was late dusk but I’ll try to get a better one.
Getting up into a cold room is reminiscent of my first flat which didn’t have central heating, just an ineffective electric wall heater on the bedroom wall which walloped through the watts. Ice on the inside of the window pane was not uncommon in winter and that was only Harrogate! We are preparing for minus 4 tonight. Well us, soft foreigners are, the locals don’t flinch until its 20 below.