My studio upstairs at the back of this big old barn of a house is one of the newer add-ons, but someone neglected to install heat. No doubt it was intended as a summer room, which is when I am installed in it.
I cannot paint in there in the depths of winter, and so beginning usually when the wild wind comes roaring down the mountain, I move about the house each year in seach of the perfect spot to paint; a bit like a bird flying south for the winter, but with more baggage. I am in need of a 'sunny spot' in the early morning hours, and then again in the afternoon. This year, it's a corner in the dining room, bright, warm and I can see all types of views out the window. Perfect. 
And this is the view from the front door at 5:30 in the morning, after my commute down the front stairs. Make some coffee, put wood on the fire and I'm good for a few hours, until it's time to milk Maisy and do some barn work. 