‘In wildness is the preservation of the world’
– Henry David Thoreau
Only the curious notice themselves in the water. Enchanted by its secret rhythm, those souls with whom mystery chimes loudest peer in closer, further, deeper. It is no wonder they have always been drawn to the sea.
They were the outcasts, the heathens, the dauntless renegades. Given to dissent, society was no place for them. Washed up but far from out, the foolhardy miscreants were ready to depart again.
And so it was under their own flag that they set sail with mad captain Harry, caught the first mackerels of the season, and carefully grilled them as if painting a masterpiece by finger. Cheerful castaways, they required little else on the pebble beach that day: just some bottles, some laughter, the fire diffusing the warm light of kinship and memory over it all.
Not till they were fully rewilded did they stagger back to town—it looked like there was a brewery up ahead. And did they catch a guitar riff on the breeze . . .?
As the founders of Britain’s first indigenous Conservas, Charlie and Angus have succeeded in preserving such fleetingly visceral moments, their individuality vital in building a brand of quality, style and conviction—Sea Sisters.
There is honour among miscreants, and so these two will host our fifth supper as we spend an entire day emersed in the primordial beauty of the Jurassic Coast.