Half an acre of terraces behind the deck — tomatoes, capers, wild fennel, herbs and four old fig trees. Nine plates that change when the garden changes, which is more often than the card.
The top terrace is herbs and mint, the middle is figs and the tomato rows, the lower one is artichokes and whatever green is in season. The caper wall is not a terrace at all — it is the drystone boundary the deck is built against, and it has been producing since before any of us.
Marina photographs all of it on a film camera, badly, every season.
A garden this size cannot supply a restaurant year-round, and we have never asked it to. It supplies what it supplies, and the card is rewritten every Tuesday around that. The tomato salad genuinely disappears; so do the artichokes, in the other direction.
What we do not do is buy the same thing in from a wholesaler and keep the name on the menu.