If I were on Survivor, I would lose the fire-building challenge.
When we first moved into our house, there was an open fire. We replaced it with a wood burner that we found on TradeMe (NZ's eBay). It's not certified, but it's much more efficient. The smoke actually goes up the chimney. And it heats our open plan kitchen, lounge and office quite nicely.
I know, I know. The emissions. But wood fires are so very romantic.
Of course, there’s an art to building a good fire. Which I still haven’t quite mastered.
Chopping wood and splitting kindling? Isn't that what husbands are for?