• A story of toast

    Uncle Clive was out walking his dogs Honey Bee and Biff one fine autumn morning. Walking through the woods he thought he could smell toast, a typical predicament for a baker. But why, in the middle of nowhere, could he smell toast? Maybe someone was having a bonfire.  As he returned to his house he could see a small swirl of smoke coming out of his AGA chimney. There it was, toast left in the AGA. Toast: not only a piece of cooked bread but the epitome of home, comfort and warmth and sweet smells. We believe our Sherston loaf makes the best toast in the world.