Ahh...I do love this time of year at Bartchester Halls. The wind whistling down the chimneys, the rain lashing the windows, the servants bringing in logs for the fire, the chestnuts roasting on the fire in the great hall...which reminds me that new scullery maid is a buxom wench!

The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.