Village Shepherd

Many years ago, when Ian and I were first married, we lived in a house without central heating. I remember struggling one day to light the fire in the lounge, but however I laid the sticks and the screwed-up newspaper and the coal, I couldn't get the fire to catch. So I did something I'd seen my mother do many times, during my childhood. I held a double spread of broadsheet newspaper across the chimneybreast, over the front of the open grate, to catch the draught and 'draw' the fire. The fire caught, all right.