Saturday, January 25th, we held our final dinner service for the week, choosing not to trade on the 26th in line with our stance on changing the date. After enjoying a rare Sunday off, I spent Monday planning a new menu for the week ahead, swapping out the pork loin for a duck and pineapple curry, adding a Bloody Mary and grilled halloumi tomato salad to the starters, along with a twice-baked cheese soufflé and some fresh new desserts.
That afternoon, as I deep-cleaned the kitchen, I received an emergency Watch and Act warning. I quickly gathered my valuables and left. The winds were picking up, and thick smoke filled the sky. On my way home, I called my brother for advice—he and his family had packed bags and were ready to evacuate if necessary.