Coastalblog

First up, apologies for the as ever intermittent nature of posting here. It's been a year. Suffice to say all that stuff you hear about hosputality being in serious trouble is, well, it's not far off. Working harder than ever, busier than ever and yet still, somehow, treading water and getting nowhere.  This isn't, however, a post to whinge (though it could perhaps serve as a gentle reminder that if you do have a pub, cafe or restaurant that's dear to you, maybe make an excuse to pop in sooner rather than later, if you can), more to explain that the pub is taking up even more of my headspace than usual, hence lack of posts/contact/general human interaction, as rhe answernto the the eternal question, how do you more with less, is generally, um, me. That said, the apology isn't too distantly related to what I wanted to write about today, which is the peculiar joy to be had from being first in the kitchen of a morning. Naturally, as the work piles up, and to keep hours...