It had been years since I’ve visited York. The last time involved leaving, not so much on a jet plane but a steam engine. This time I arrived on the regular train, from Leeds. As I’d left Leeds the number of hens and stags alighting was staggering and as I arrived in York the number of them roaming the streets, a blaze of pinks and oranges and Hawaiian shirts, equally so.
This did not deter me from finding Tempt York, a plant-based chocolatier that had been recommended to me, along a little street called High Petergate within the city walls.
