4:30 am
The ovens go on before the first ferry horn.
Forty knots, two trays of buns and the sourdough that rose overnight.

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

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

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

Still warm. That is the whole point.
see you next Saturday