The heater is beginning to radiate warmth as it pinks and tinks with the expansion of the stainless steel. It gets very hot and the metal itself glows red in the dark, but its still only 9˚c inside the Egg and what burns to the touch barely registers beside the bed eight feet away.

It is still wonderful to just watch the flickering colours (the flames are hidden), in that pleasing empty headed way, that none the less always seems to let new thoughts spring to mind unbidden. 

The heater burns charcoal, as well as drift wood when I can find (and dry) it. A single load will provide heat for around seven hours.