The morning’s rain kicked up dust in a coastal quarry. The dying embers of a fire turned rain to steam as the first aid officer reviewed their inventory of bandages. The palate was worthy of this cinematic opening scene, with sweet peat smoke warming vanilla pods, seaweed fried in peanut oil, soot-dusted peaches and smoked oatcakes.

Water introduced a maritime breeze along with lemon juice landing on oysters, smoked grapes and further lemons in brine. A fresh, minty and resinous sorbet cleansed the palate before burnt heather and cured meats were served.