At this time of year, nothing seems more appealing than this inviting sitting room, with its roaring log fire, cosy throws and winter tartan. There’s something infinitely appealing about a fire burning in the hearth. Until recently, I’ve lived in period properties: a Victorian cottage replete with a modest wood-burning stove, followed by an early Edwardian house, whose drafts were countered by a roaring log fire encased by a grand marble surround. Now, I’ve swapped those homes for a modern apartment by the river. Definitely less drafty, though not quite as characterful. But my living room still has some of the elements that I love about this picture. Lots of soft textures, plentiful candles and simple artwork. And the fireplace? Well, I’ve cheated a little. On cold days, I still have a fire burning, but it’s a virtual one on my TV screen, courtesy of a clever DVD. Maybe not literally warming, but it never fails to lift my spirits when winter sets in.