On the way home from school our five year old daughter suggested we, "make the best of the last bit of sunshine and go into the garden in our boots to pick up sticks for the fire". Of course, I had planned to cram three 'phone calls, a blog post, a bath and a bit of work in to that hour. It was good for me to be drawn outside to the oak trees at the end of our day. We came back kissed by the cold and wealthy with dry kindling and the promise of a fire.
Half the pleasure of hygge is in the anticipation of it - collecting wood for a fire together, finding treasures to decorate a table, even hoovering up dog hair and putting the kettle on before a friend arrives for tea.
