The log cabin – our home for the night – was sparsely but tastefully decorated. Even so, it seemed to me that I had been dropped into an explosion of colour and choice, something that was completely alien to me. I looked around the room, taking in the varied colours of the cushions, the curtains, and the throws. Sestra explained that they were something called quilted patchwork. To me, there were rainbows. I was used to a palette of only six colours so it was unsurprising that I fell in love with the place. It was so different from my lowly home and I would gladly have swapped the two in a heartbeat. This place was just so...friendly. And warm. There was an unlit fireplace, so the heat wasn’t coming from there but the room temperature was eminently comfortable compared to the icy weather o
