I'm loving all these kettles with veiws and stories- there can't be any better symbol of woodland comfort, the very best woodland present I ever got was waking up to a thermos of hot water a very considerate and lovely neighbour in the woods had left for me to wake to
Martins camp coffee pot. That was nuclear juice by sunday, just the jobbie for a good weekend workparty
And my favorite brew pause picture, no sporks included....
The most impressive brewage I remember was Woodspirits smouldering log which kept going all through one cold meet weekend, no flames but enough heat to keep that little eagle pumping out the hot water like a little magic porridge pot
Thank you, Phil, for a thread on a subject close to our hearts!