Snippet: Bread in the Afternoon

There are some things that just can’t go missing from my life for any extended period. Fresh bread is certainly one of them, and Rye bread has always hit a primal cord with me; something about the aroma of the flour, and the flavour. I set forth with friend Shannen in tow, to find somewhere to pick a loaf up.

We discovered a trim little bakery called The Thoughtful Bread Co.
We discovered a trim little bakery called The Thoughtful Bread Co. based on Barton Street, in Bath.
Truth emanates from the heart of this little operation, and is manifest in the invitingly warm scent that drew us in. As light flooded in, I could tell that the breads made here are an artisanal outlet for the bakers.
Truth emanates from the heart of this little operation, and is manifest in the invitingly warm scent that drew us in. As light flooded the store, I could tell that the breads made here are an artisanal outlet for the bakers.
Spurred by the prospect of eating such fresh bread, we  ventured up the hill and past the Circus towards the heights of Lansdown.
Spurred by the prospect of eating such fresh bread, we ventured up the hill and past the Circus towards the heights of Lansdown.
Looping down through Hedgemead Park, we found ourselves on the seemingly choreographed whoosh of Walcott Street, where a Prunus was flourishing.
Looping down through Hedgemead Park, we found ourselves on the seemingly choreographed whoosh of Walcott Street, where a Prunus was flourishing.
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