It was about 8am when Murray drove his tattie lorry into a village called Pittenweem.

大约早上8点，默里开着他那辆土豆卡车进入了一个叫皮滕威姆的村庄。

This was a seriously adored village hub, one of the few places in Pittenweem that remained open after dark.

这是一个非常受欢迎的乡村中心，是佩恩斯维尔为数不多的天黑后仍然营业的地方之一。

Eck Wyse and his relatives had run the Pittenweem Fish Bar since the 1980s, taking it over from the Baird family, before them the Smalls.

艾克·怀斯和亲戚从20世纪80年代开始经营“Pittenweem Fish Bar ”，他们从贝尔德一家人手中接管了这家餐吧，在贝尔德家族之前是斯莫尔家族。

A mile along the shore from Pittenweem, in the smarter harbour town of Anstruther, Murray parked his lorry outside a fish and chip shop called the Wee Chippy.

在离皮滕威姆海岸一英里远的更时髦的港口小镇安斯特拉瑟, 默里把卡车停在了一家名叫“Wee Chippy”的炸鱼薯条店外面。

These three businesses – the Pittenweem Fish Bar in Pittenweem, the Wee Chippy in Anstruther, the Popular in Dundee – shared not only a potato supplier but the near-religious devotion of the communities they serviced.

这三家店——皮滕威姆村的“Pittenweem Fish Bar”，安斯特拉瑟镇的“Wee Chippy”，敦提市的“Popular”——不仅共享一家土豆供应商，而且他们还都享有所服务的社区对他们近乎宗教般的忠诚热爱。

By now I'd spent enough time in the East Neuk to notice that whenever friers complained about each other, there was one family – the Wyses of Pittenweem – they exempted from criticism.

到目前为止，我在东纽克待了足够久了。我注意到，每当油炸师傅互相抱怨时，总有一个家庭--佩恩斯维尔的怀斯一家--不会受到批评。