A trip to the Hidden Hut is hardly a hike but it is a lovely short walk along the coastpath from Portscatho. Unfortunately, between the recent, constant rain and the Hidden Hut’s popularity, the path now resembles something from Glastonbury. We slipped and slid our way along the path and down onto the beach and found it was almost as busy as if it had been a sunny day in August. The dogs enjoyed playing in the waves and then sulked as we went to go and get some food.
The reason we come here is the food, and we’re not alone. Every year this place gets more popular and yet it continues to offer the most basic of facilities. No doubt down to planning (and that’s good) but there is no loo here. There is no shelter. The benches and tables are rudimentary. But the food, the food is excellent.
They do feast nights, which we have attended and are great fun but generally, we just come along for a lunchtime soup or stew. Along with everyone else; we sit with strangers and enjoy our food watching the skies for oncoming rain showers. Pull our coats closer when the rain tips in, hunker down under the hail, jump to grab cups and napkins when the wind blows through. Al happy in the knowledge that this too will pass.
Seasonal opening hours and they will close if the weather is truly pants, so check ahead but otherwise, they are always worth a little bit of weather.
