This place was something I was introduced to years ago: a friend had ordered dippy duck eggs. He told me to have a look out the back, and there they where, ducks here trapping around in mud. The ducks are long gone, but brunch is still a large part of what they do, and still with duck eggs (if you so wish) but sadly not on premise.
This is a place I hide in and write, before fetching my son from his wood school in a gap in a nearby hedge. The atmosphere allows me to loiter over a latte. Some other days we both troop in. He will be very covered in mud – it can be wild behind that hedge. He will have a lush hot chocolate and a big slab of their cake.
Whichever guise I am there under, they are always friendly and glad to see us.