The sound of waves lapping.

The thwack of leather on wood, and the tinkle of ice in a jug of Pimms.

Sea gulls circling.

The popping of a cork after a long hard day.

The ping of a microwave delivering you a mouthblisteringtonguesearinggulletscorchingfrozenlasagne…

Sorry, no. We don’t do microwave.

The Soviet Union banned the sale of microwave ovens back in 1976. Is there something they know that we don’t? Whilst we doubt eating microwaved food will give you two heads, it does make food awfully hot on the inside, and awfully awful on the outside.

So we don’t do it. No ping cuisine.

We’re a little bit odd. But odd is good.