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Rebecca Holden's avatar

This beautiful poem has brought back so many happy memories of the Aga I grew up with - and its replacement - and the Rayburn I had later in my own home. Oil-fired, all of them, no riddling required. The Aga only cooked (oh, and warmed-up newborn lambs in its bottom oven if it was a particularly cold spring), but my Rayburn was responsible for three jobs: cooking, heating and hot water. I miss that style of cooking now that I've moved places! Great post - thank you, Tamsin. x

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Kathryn Anna Marshall's avatar

I like this a lot Tamsin - I think the metaphor works really well..it's a soothing poem I think - nice pace .

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