I came out of a shop in Holt the other day and there he was, with his face pressed up against the glass. Marek had noticed The Owl Tea Rooms’ window of sugary delights. We poked our heads inside and were ushered into their secret garden for coffee and cake. The Indian summer has done well by us that we could sit out in the last week of October and enjoy the sunshine. All the cake is homemade and the garden was a little oasis. Charming.