The café is legendary. It’s always packed. People queue for twenty minutes for a bacon bap. Is it worth it? Absolutely.
Becketts Wythall © Gordon Griffiths :: Geograph Britain and Ireland
Their breakfast is the stuff of local lore. The eggs are from the farm. The sausages are handmade. You’ll leave with a full belly and a happy soul.
Order a scone. They’re massive. Like a rock, but soft. And don’t forget the clotted cream. It’s essential.
The Secret Garden (No, Really)
Out back, there’s a garden centre. It’s not just plants—it’s a whole experience. You’ll find gnomes. Angry gnomes. And ones holding fishing rods.
They also sell giant pots for your patio. I bought one and now my wife says it’s “too big.” Joke’s on her—it’s perfect for my imaginary bonsai tree.
And in the summer? Strawberry plants. You can buy a punnet of homegrown ones. The taste is electric. Like a fruit party in your mouth.
