Denise: Talking over an autumnal lunch of delicious home-made soup with home-baked sour-dough bread. The kettle starts to whistle, lazily and unevenly at first, then working itself up into a very good impression of The Royal Scotsman. J gets up and lifts the kettle off the Aga for our first cup of Aga tea since the cold and wet of spring – it seems an age ago. We flicked down the switch this morning at 7am, and certainly by noon it was up to full temperature, and now the kitchen is cosy, and we could cook, dry, bake, fry, roast, simmer, warm, dry herbs – anything we like, any time, at no more cost than keeping the room warm. A bit too warm, to tell the truth – certainly since we completed the renovation of this part of the house, with the house now sealed, insulated etc. Ironically, it’s at this time of year that we have to keep the butter dish in the fridge. This is – by far! – the latest in the year that we’ve switched the Aga on for the winter. It’s nearly mid November … and it’s still not even cold outdoors, with night time temperatures still in double figures. (There’s no other heating on – just the Aga.) But it’s the wind: because houses suffer wind-chill just the same way as we do (or so J says – and it’s been his business to know such things); and believe me it’s windy!!!