Put Another Log on the Fire – –

Jack creeps in late again – his Wednesday guest post – – –

Little pot stove.

We have been using our recently installed small woodstove the last few days and it’s working beautifully. Our friend and neighbor Nate did a great job of getting it and the chimney in place, all according to best practice fire safety and local ordinances. (One should not necessarily be confused with the other….)

The only thing that still puzzles me is that the lighting procedure is upside down – you put the paper and kindling on top of the logs. Counter intuitive.

Using the wee stove reminds us of one of our favorite singers and one of his songs – Nic Jones and ‘The Little Pot Stove’ on his final album ‘Penguin Eggs’ (a quote from that song).

“In that little dark engine room where the cold seeps in your soul, how we huddled round that little pot stove, that burned oily rags and coal” The song is oddly pragmatic in its wording, and has reduced many an audience to tears with its sense of community. Beneath the simple survival techniques of these people in the biting winter isolation, is the sense that sitting together is part of what warms them. It’s a surprisingly beautiful song, one of Wendy’s all-time favorites. (She says it reminds her of camaraderie in the graduate student lounge at Memorial University in Newfoundland, where she did her PhD and summer was August 8-12.)

The song was written by Harry Robertson, a Scot who had emigrated to Australia and worked at the whaling station on South Georgia. The song mentions ‘Leith Harbour’, which is in Stromness Bay in S. Georgia. Wendy and I are very familiar with both Leith near Edinburgh and Stromness in Orkney.

Harry worked as an engineer on the engines of the whaling ships when they came into the harbor, and would take a small stove with him because the cold was so severe.

Nic changed ‘wee pot stove’ to ‘little pot stove’ but everything else is as Harry wrote it. The original LP by Nic didn’t credit Harry, but we’re pleased that that was corrected when it was released as a CD.

After Harry recorded his song, it was covered by another Scots emigre to Australia, Eric Bogle. I’m pretty sure that must be how it came to Nic and then – everywhere. It really is a catchy tune, and for those who have lived in places where huddling around a stove was part of the daily grind, well, it is quite meaningful.

Harry Robertson’s recording – http://www.harryrobertson.net/sound/WCM_Wee_Pot_Stove.mp3

Nic Jones’ recording – https://youtu.be/1FUzTQe72FU

PS – Nic was very seriously injured in a car crash shortly after a tour of Scottish folksong clubs and festivals. I spoke to him a number of times about his particular guitar tunings and playing style on these occasions and he was very willing to explain them to me. Although he can longer play guitar he sometimes sings with his son backing him.

Nic with son – https://youtu.be/saYFs2yRyBQ

Failure to Froth – – –

Jack gets over the line again – – –

Many years ago when we were living in Scotland I made wine, mostly from things that grew around and about in the fields near our house. Raspberries, blackberries, apples, elderberries and elderflowers. Particularly raspberries, which grew in a sunken pasture at the foot of the lane; we would lift our terrier over the stone wall and remove his leash, clamber down, and pick for hours while he ran about making himself crazy pretending he owned the place.

A few months ago we decided to revive the activity and ordered a kit on-line. The delivery date kept going back and back so we canceled and bought from a local source—which turned out to be cheaper. Shop local, kids; we learned our lesson. When the stuff arrived, I recognized some of the doohickeys but found it hard to remember exactly how I’d done the process years ago.

We put together firethorn berries and black raspberries from our yard, along with various fruit juices plus sugar dissolved in hot water and added the yeast. Then we waited for the frothing to start – and waited, and waited. Nothing! Maybe the temperature in the house was too low, so we upped to 72 degrees and didn’t lower it at night. (Every night about 2 am Wendy throws off the covers and mutters something. I think it’s “I’m melting.”) Still nothing!!

I made a yeast starter with some of the juice, more water and sugar, and yeast and yeast nutrient. It started to bubble and then stopped.

I don’t remember ever in the old days having this problem, so I will be getting advice from my friend Beth in a few days. She regularly makes wine from grape juice and never has this problem; she even made the wine for her own wedding, which for a good Baptist girl is quite something.

Whenever I need to get advice about something that may be going wrong I usually consult Dr Google but she hasn’t been much help this time – lots of differing and confusing instructions.

Likely Dr Beth will have the answers and I’ll get that elusive primary fermentation frothing happily soon. It’s begun to feel personal, this failure to froth….