I don’t ever recall waking up while the dawn chorus welcomed the coming day, unless I needed to catch a flight. On a cool Saturday morning my sister and I woke with a different purpose; to learn. I seldom have the motivation to do anything ‘extra curricular’ with precious little time off but when me and my sister are together she encourages me, especially when it comes to food and fact. A day with Aldo Zilli was on the cards, a rare chance to immerse ourselves in all things food related with the likeable Abruzzan by participating in one of his masterclasses.
After a strong espresso we crawled into a taxi, bleary eyed and silent.
The driver also seems to be memorised by the dawn light but as we reach the old core of London all three of us awaken with anticipation. Pulling into Billingsgate car park, there are traffic jams and crowds of dedicated food lovers sporting pleased expressions and full bags. Above us, gangs of seagulls circled on the hunt for fishy morsels. It’s 6am and the market is already beyond mid-swing. At this time I’d usually be in bed, totally oblivious to the early morning and it’s people. Today I am living in another world on the other side of town.