When the world starts baking under the summer sun, there’s only one place I want to be… deep in the forest. Stepping beneath the trees feels like crossing into another world. The air cools down, the light softens, and suddenly the heat
Homemade pizza nights just hit different. No rushing, no booking tables, no fancy presentation — just flour on the worktop, fire in the oven, cold beers open and the smell of dough and woodsmoke filling the air. There’s something proper
Bank holiday weekends were made for this. Cast iron sizzling away, bacon crackling in the pan, eggs catching the edge of the heat, and the smell of coffee drifting through the air before most people are even awake. No fancy brunch spots. No bookings
Some corners of the forest become part of your routine. Same tracks under your boots, same trees catching the morning light, same quiet feeling when the fire dies down at night. But the woods are always changing. Trees fall, landscapes shift, and so
Wings. Fire. Cold beer. That’s Wing Wednesday sorted. No fancy tricks — just proper wings cooked over flame, good smoke in the air, and enough heat to keep things interesting. Midweek doesn’t need much more than that. #WingWednes
Sunday night fakeaway. Pork shoulder kebabs 🔥🙌🏼
Saturday nights are made for fire, wings and cold beer. No reservations. No dress code. Just smoke in the air, a pile of sticky wings, and a couple of cold ones by the flames. Sometimes the best nights are the simple ones — cooking outdoors,
Steak night done properly. Fire, smoke, cast iron and a good cut of meat — hard to beat it. No fancy tricks, no overcomplicated plates. Just time around the flames, a sharp knife, a heavy pan and food cooked the way it should be. There’s
The kind of place that reminds you what matters. Up in the Cairngorms, it’s just wind, fire, and time slowing right down. No noise, no rush—just big skies, rough ground, and that feeling you only get when you’re properly out there.
Roughing it with a classic plough point tarp setup. The wood ants are getting active so I think it’s time to break out hammock and get off the floor. I hope everyone has had a fantastic weekend 🙌🏼. . . . #wildcamp #ddtarps #outdoorlife
If you like a spare rib then you’ll like these. These are my twice cooked chunky pork ribs!! Why twice cooked? When ever I fire up the grill I make sure I put enough on it to last me a couple days. Saturday night I cooked up a rack of ribs
Fake Friday, bank holiday energy 🍕🍺 No alarms. No rush. Just fire, good food, and a cold one in hand. Sometimes you’ve got to take the day, slow it right down, and enjoy it properly. Pizza on, beer cracked, and not a single plan in sight&he
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There’s something about cooking outdoors when the light drops and the fire takes over. No noise. No rush. Just flame, smoke, and time doing its thing. This is where it all happens — late evenings, good meat, a bit of bourbon, and that q
Smoke in the air, bourbon in hand, and nothing but trees for miles. There’s something about slowing it all down out here — fire crackling, meat cooking low and steady, and that first proper sip as the sun drops. No noise, no rush…
Last nights crispy chilli beef fakeaway. I dropped the jar of chilli flakes into the beef so it had a kick but it was still good🔥🔥🔥🔥 . . . #crispychillibeef #fakeaway
And to think I almost did a chicken caesar salad. Don’t get me wrong I love chicken but when the opportunity to cook a 3.2kg cowboy steak over flame comes up…..hold my beer. I love meeting people who are passionate about what they prod