Big open fire and a seemingly limitless supply of proper dried hardwood and turf to burn, my df was a forester and we had our own turf bank. I loved sitting on the floor in front of the fire, my back leaning against my mother's armchair (she always sat with her feet tucked up) watching telly. Also there seemed to be a constant stream of people eating dinner with us, you never knew who'd be at the table with you, it was so naturally sociable, I miss that easiness of people calling.