How it all began
So I was sitting in a pub with my daughter watching England lose yet another rugby match, and a friend of hers that I knew pretty well, came in and sat down with us.
Last I heard he had been off round the world with his job, everywhere from Tokyo to Timbuktu. I asked him how things were going and he said “I’ve given that all up to start a food operation”. The rugby became a lot less interesting for me at this point. When George starting talking about sourdough bread and food that tasted real, it really struck a chord.
I was retired, fishing quite a lot and although I didn’t call it foraging I had been collecting everything from chestnuts, walnuts, chicken of the woods and, inevitably mushrooms to use at home. I had just established how careful you must be with mushrooms when I fed my sister and mother-in-law with some oyster mushrooms that didn’t agree with them (damn it nearly managed two birds with one stone!).
Anyway the long and short of it was, we would try and get something together using our joint knowledge that would focus on developing a food offering that is not commonly available and finding like-minded people to work and associate with.
For a few weeks we talked, ate, planned and dreamt a bit………………..
Then out of the blue George was talking to a young guy at a party and who asked him what he was up to and he said funnily enough I have just closed down a pub that you can use if you like. This was Stef, who is now our landlord and friend.
It is strange how this has all just fallen into place. We have met some great people on our journey so far – hunters, anglers, gardeners and we have terrific customers. For myself, I am having the time of my life.