It was a bit hard to find her, but after a long ride round the hills, we tracked her down. (There's a shorter way - via Stannington - but the long way was a lot of fun.
Easily missed; not much in the way of signs till you are there, but it's a small working farm with a mixture of dairy and beef cattle and, when we were there, some lovely small calves to meet up close. (Molly is one of eighty something cattle at the farm.)
The little shop is a converted shed that you reach down a narrow driveway (there is parking in a field at busy times.) A scattering of tables outside, in a covered walkway, and a couple of tables inside. That's it. Apart from a fridge full of locally-sourced mince and venison, and less-local haggis; a freezer of ice cream tubs and...... the counter with the array of colorful ice-cream to be scooped. I had a scoop of Ferrero Rocher in a waffle cone. Yum yum. Also bought a tub of honeycomb to take to my host. That's honeycomb as in bits of Crunchie-type sweet in vanilla ice cream, not as in bees.
Among the best ice cream I have tasted and one of the most rustic settings. I hope it never gets spoilt by progress. Don't miss it.
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