The bread itself

Two days of work for one morning's shelf.

Nothing here is quick. The leaven is fed the afternoon before, the dough rests eighteen hours in the cold, and the oven is lit at four so that the first country loaves are cool enough to cut by seven.

18 hours cold rest
Carr's flour, Silloth
One wood-fired deck
Country loaf Thirty-eight minutes on the stone
One loaf, six moves

From a jar of leaven to a loaf on the shelf

It is the same sequence every baking day, and the clock in the bakehouse runs about nineteen hours ahead of the one on the counter.

01

Feed the leaven

Mid-afternoon, the day before. The same culture the bakehouse opened with, kept on Carr's wholemeal and kept hungry.

02

Mix

Early evening. Flour, water, salt, leaven. No improvers, no commercial yeast, no oil in anything but the focaccia.

03

Rest

Eighteen hours in the cold room. Slow fermentation is where the sourness comes from, and where the crumb learns to hold its holes.

04

Shape

From four in the morning, one loaf at a time, by hand. Two of us, a bench knife and a stack of linen-lined baskets.

05

Bake

The fire is lit at four and the deck is loaded at six. Loaves go straight onto the stone floor, scored, with a shovel of steam behind them.

06

Cool

An hour on the rack. A loaf cut hot is a loaf wasted, so nothing reaches the shelf until it has stopped singing.

The flour

Milled at Silloth, forty miles up the coast

Our white and wholemeal come from Carr's mill on the Solway, which has been grinding wheat within sight of the sea since long before any of this was fashionable. Buying from forty miles away rather than four hundred is not a slogan — it means we can ring the mill about a bad sack and have an answer the same day.

The rye is stoneground and the spelt comes in small quantities, because that is how much of each we can get through before it loses its freshness.

White and wholemeal from Carr's, Silloth
Stoneground rye, caraway and seeds by the sack
Spelt in small lots, ordered week by week
The oven

One deck. A stone floor. A wood fire.

Everything on the board has to fit through the same door, in the same order, on the same morning.

A deck oven holds what it holds. The country loaves go in first while the stone is at its fiercest, the rye and spelt follow as it falls back, the buns go in at the tail of the heat and the focaccia takes the last of it. That order is not a style decision — it is the only way a single oven can produce a shelf.

Fire lit 4am
First deck loaded 6am
Last bake of the day Focaccia, around 11
Plainly

Three things we have not got

A small bakehouse is defined as much by what it leaves out. These are the questions we are asked most, answered once.

No second oven

One deck, one bake at a time. It is why the board has times against it and why a late morning is a thin morning.

No delivery

We have no van and no courier. Everything is collected from the counter at 14 Lake Road, which keeps the bread an hour old rather than a day.

No day-old shelf

Whatever is left at closing goes to the two of us, the neighbours and the dog. Nothing is sold the next morning.

Next

Come down before the shelf empties

The full board, the walkers' lunches and the Saturday bakes are all on one page. Or ring and we will put a loaf by.