The journal
Written between services
Not a blog so much as a record: why a dish is on for eleven weeks, what a shepherd does about the tide, and what actually goes wrong on a wood fire.
- The shepherd and the tide tableNinety ewes, one mile of sea wall, and a grazing calendar set by the moon rather than the farmer.
- Reading a fireThere is no dial. There is a bed of embers that has been getting colder since eleven in the morning, and everything has to find its moment in it.
- What we do with a glutForty kilos of gooseberries arriving at once is not good news. It is a deadline.
- The hole in the roofEighteen months of building work, one restored kiln, and the decision not to make any of it look new.
A table is the whole point.
Twelve weeks of diary, four ways to eat, and a kitchen that would rather know about your allergies now than on the night.