The pair are so-called “bakery pilgrims”, travelling significant distances in the pursuit of a fine loaf or bun. “Some of the time we were pushing through overgrown tracks, and there were lots of bogs,” Warren says of their journey. But their eventual reward was a soft brioche bun, filled with crème pâtissière and finished with crumble and berries.
I can relate. The siren call of the honey buns at Popty’r Dref bakery in Dolgellau, Wales, drew my wife and me from Oxfordshire, nearly four hours away. We tagged on a hike up Mount Snowdon (Yr Wyddfa), but it was really just a scenic spot to enjoy our bakery haul.
A couple of weeks ago, my family and I also travelled an hour or so to sample the babkas and honey croissants at Farro bakery in Bristol. Not long before that, it was a rhubarb-cardamom-brioche concoction at Pobl bakery in Talgarth Mill, near Hay-on-Wye. Both were well worth the journey.
But it turns out we are amateurs among hardened bakery tourists. Professional cyclist Maddy Nutt often plans long-distance routes around the promise of a croissant or a pain au chocolat. “I’ll go out of my way to get to the best bakeries,” she says, recounting a recent five-hour endurance ride from London to Ramsgate’s Staple Stores. A puncture meant she arrived three minutes before it closed. She spent £3 on a charity shop rucksack and took home what remained of the bakery’s daily output.
Long-distance bakery-seekers don’t mind a queue, and there is often a sense of camaraderie, with people who have travelled from far and wide swapping shop recommendations to pass the time. (The chewy almond thumbprint cookies at Briar Bakery in Ashburton, Devon, are one suggestion.)











