The Three Chimneys restaurant

I always threatened that one day I would write ‘The Book’. Many times I said in jest that I would write it all down; write the story and answer the constant questions that people asked in complete puzzlement as to why we were mad enough to move here, let alone try to run a restaurant. ‘Why here?’ has always been their most frequent enquiry.

The plan was to devote a few quiet winter months putting these pages together, but as ever, I found myself up against the final, final deadline and still typing. Instead of putting the whole story on paper systematically, I found myself snatching odd hours between lunch and dinner service, working late, rising early. Perhaps I do my best work under pressure, for I am notorious for rushing to pull everything together at the last possible moment. This used to include finalising menus, much to the frustration of my chefs and waiting staff.