A small house in the country, with a kitchen.
Seven rooms, one long table, and a fire that's usually lit. We cook what the week gives us and pour what we like. There is no menu online on purpose.
Dinner Wednesday to Sunday, from seven. One sitting. Whatever's good that day, written on the board by five.
Seven of them, up the crooked stair. Breakfast is unhurried. The wifi is honestly not the point.
Thornton House sits at the end of the lane past the church, where the tarmac gives up. If you've overshot, you've gone too far.
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