Thomas Of Chagford

The Saturday afternoon cake selection here was very limited. Only a few left. The man serving seemed very uncomfortable around customers so, instead of prolonging his agony, I just pointed to something that looked nice, paid and left.
The cake itself was very unusual, also revoltingly sweet. I was later reliability informed that what I had was called a jap cake. Apparently it wasn’t stale trifle spounge that I bit into, it was merengue.
A very strange bakery, in a very strange place. The locals had fixed loud speakers to 4 or 5 of the lamp posts around Chagford. They were the kind of speakers you’d expect to see in North Korea to broadcast propaganda through. The speakers were instead being use to play Indian music through, as part of an Indian film festival. It was very loud. There was also a small market area. One woman was selling sarees out of a van. Another woman was selling tea and coffee. I waited patiently in the queue, but was just ignored when my time came and I was at the front. After a couple of minutes I understood I wasn’t welcome, so walked away. Maybe they have a Chagford residents only policy? Or maybe she was just incredibly rude?