A Saturday, start to finish

4:30 am

The ovens go on before the first ferry horn.

Forty knots, two trays of buns and the sourdough that rose overnight.

The baker holding a tray of fresh buns
7:10 am

Cardamom knots come out and the window fogs up.

By ten past, there is a line at the door and the first boat is in sight.

A bun on the windowsill with the ferry outside
8:40 am

Paper bags go out through car windows.

Pre-orders are bagged with names on, so nobody misses the sailing.

Two people waving paper bags from a car in the ferry line
9:15 am

Somewhere mid-channel, the first bite.

Still warm. That is the whole point.

see you next Saturday
A man laughing on the ferry deck with a cinnamon bun