On Sunday, Bruno and I traveled up and across the country to the Chilten Hills to meet some friends for a glorious autumn countryside walk. We arrived earlier than rest of our groups so wandered down to the train station to see what delights the village might hold. And boy, we hit the hot chocolate jackpot.
The only open cafe did not look inspiring, it had that metal furniture outside that’s cold and uncomfortable and generally puts me off. However, never again will I be swayed by first appearances. After weeks of pretty terrible hot chocolate in Bristol, I’d finally found something that resembled the dark, delicious, chocolately goodness of a proper hot chocolate.
It was a bit on the thin side but it was so fab not to have something that mainly tasted of milk and sugar that it didn’t bother me. I would 100% recommend this place for a cheeky hot chocolate if you ever find yourself in a small village in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for an autumn ramble.