£8
Saturday Iced Fingers
Only on Saturdays, only until they go, iced by whoever is nearest the tray.
Box of 6 or 12
In the case today
7 Pennygate, Fiddlewick
We are the blue door between the launderette and the bus stop, under the scalloped awning. There is no car park, there is a bench, and there is usually a terrier on it.
Bus 44 stops outside · the 9.20 from Marlock gets you here while the buns are still warm
Bank holidays we open at eight and shut at noon. If the door is open we are serving, whatever the sign says.
Two of the small things that go first. Both are in the case now, both are under a tenner, neither needs ordering.
£8
Only on Saturdays, only until they go, iced by whoever is nearest the tray.
Box of 6 or 12
In the case today
£7
Soft, glazed, full of blueberries. Meant for toasting, eaten cold off the rack by Dot.
Bag of 6
Only 4 bags left
The blue van
Dot drives, Crumb navigates badly, and the cake is strapped to a board in the back. We go out Tuesday to Saturday between nine and one, and you get a two-hour window by telephone the evening before.
Inside five miles
£4 — Fiddlewick, Marlock, Harrow Fold, Pennywell, the Green
Five to twelve miles
£9 — Saturdays only, and we need three days
Further than that
We will say no, kindly. A cake on a motorway is a sad cake.
“People say it looks like a picture book. It looks like a bakery. Everybody else changed.”
Nan Peg, 2026
Margaret Pegg — Nan Peg to everybody under seventy — took the lease on 7 Pennygate in 1964 because the rent was eleven shillings and the oven came with it. The oven is still here. So, more or less, is she.
Her granddaughter Dot turned up in 2019 for a fortnight's work experience and has not left. She does the ordering, the driving, the book, and all of the talking. Nan Peg does the baking and the disapproving.
Crumb came out of a cardboard box behind the launderette in 2021 and has appointed himself to the counter. He is not allowed past the gate. He gets past the gate.
Nothing here has been modernised on purpose. The case is the original. The scales are her mother's. The ribbon is the same ribbon, from the same haberdasher on Marlock Road, who is also shut on Mondays.
If you are coming for something in particular, ring ahead and we will put it behind the counter with your name on a bit of masking tape.
7 Pennygate, Fiddlewick · 01639 55 2041 · Tuesday to Saturday