I was fitting a Morso stove, a Morso Badger log burner. In Denbigh, an old school house, musty place with lots of books. Strange couple. Anyway, as I said, we were fitting a stove, a little one as far as I was concerned, by the size of the box.
It had stayed in its box since we arrived, some two and a half days earlier. MORSO Stoves, said the box proudly, PURVEYORS TO DANISH ROYALTY. Best not expose it too early I had thought on our arrival, lest its aristocratic feelings be disturbed by our rough banter and sooty faces. And somebody’s bound to spill something on it or put the glass through whilst manhandling the step ladder or chimney rods (actually happened to a Morso 04 but that’s another story, hence Morso stoves being confined to crates until the last minute).
Anyway, all went well: fireplace exposed, slate hearth down, bricks pointed and the liner slid easily through the pot and down the chimney.
Okay, I’m a frustrated novelist I’ll get to the point… back to our Morso wood burner and me, and my assistant and inexperienced apprentice (for the sake of this article nicknamed “Whippet”).
“After three… one, two three lift…. rest it there a moment… one, two three lift… That’ll do. Gently! Is that a scratch on her slate?”
“Okay, drop vitreous pipe in t’ stove collar lad…”
Cups of tea, fire cement, satisfied looks, writing of Hetas certificate, bill…
“Looks good. Do you want to do a smoke test Whippet?”
Whippet looking thoughtful.
What stove did you say it was again?” (Whippet)
“A Badger my little friend, a Morso Badger. You know black and white furry thing that lives down a hole and hides from farmers. Someday, when you’ve been doing this a while, you’ll instantly recognise a stove like wot I do”.
“I’m not sure it is a Badger you know…” (Whippet)
Knowing looks between my assistant and my good self.
“And why young Mr Whippet are you thinking these strange thoughts? Is a Morso 04? A Morso 06 maybe? Maybe we’ve finally fitted our first Morso Owl!”
“Well it’s got a squirrel on it. Bit daft a company calling it a badger then putting a squirrel on it.”
I like Morso stoves – there is a Morso 04 in an apartment that we sometimes rent in Cornwall. Going by their popularity other people like Morso stoves. Especially the Danes: Ask a hundred Danes to name a brand of wood burning stove and 99 would likely say Morso (with a line across the last letter, a miniscule).
Up until recently with the Morso 04,06 and 08 the company had this habit of calling their stoves after wildlife: Morso Badger, Morso Squirrel, Morso Dove, Morso Owl. Let’s take a look at these:
Stovefitter’s and Julian Patrick are not associated with Morso in any way.