Five people, one back door, and a room that had to absorb school bags, wet dogs and dinner at the same time. The brief was not really about a kitchen. It was about the ninety seconds after four o'clock.
The answer was to give the back door its own half of the room: a deep oak bench with a slatted shelf under it, hooks that reach a nine-year-old, and a stone floor that does not mind. The cooking half sits on the other side of the chimney breast, in oiled oak below and painted poplar above, with a walk-in pantry taking the old larder recess.
Nothing here is precious, which took more drawing than the last three kitchens together.