Ah yes! ‘The Hole of Horcum’…
The only organised event I have ever packed up on…
I was competing in the ‘Crosses Walk’ a 54 mile round trip visiting all the crosses on the North Yorkshire Moors, open to runners and walkers alike.
I found myself alone, lost, bashing through bogs and undergrowth, in the dark and in the pouring rain.
I should have come out at the top of the hill, but I came out at the bottom and had to tackle the steep climb up the road.
I saw a light coming from the pub…The Saltersgate Inn if I recall. A pub out in the middle of nowhere…I pushed through the door with water streaming from my wet muddy clothes and all the drinkers stared and you could have heard a pin drop…I asked the landlord if he had a phone I could use (no mobiles in those days) he said no! I thanked him and retreated out back onto that endless climb to the top and the checkpoint…After 30 hard miles I handed in my tally and called it a day…
The following year I went back to the hole of horcum several times and recc’ed the route and in July on the next scheduled event, I ran the whole thing in 9 hours and came about 8th…
But I digress…
That was mean of The Landlord not letting you use the phone @OldGreyFox (unless he really didn’t have one) - that must have been a long time ago - the pub’s been closed for nigh on 20 years and was demolished a few years ago after falling into rack and ruin.
Your story of seeking refuge in a storm reminded me of the pub’s legend - hmmm, there are some strange similarities here … the bad weather, seeking refuge, not being welcomed … 
It is said that one night during a harrowing storm, the Devil happened to be passing by, along a road called the Devil’s Elbow, which is where the Saltersgate Inn stood. Like many travelling folk that had passed over those inhospitable moors, the Devil was hoping to seek refuge in the warmth and cosiness of the Inn.
When the Devil entered the Inn, a visiting Priest felt bad energy waves emanating from this devilish figure and tried to exorcise him but failed.
The Devil was then promptly dispatched by the Landlord using fire and a fire was kept burning in the hearth forever after, to keep the Devil at bay.
Apparently, a peat fire was kept burning in the hearth for over 200 years after, until the Inn finally closed down.
Maybe the Devil came back to wreak revenge after all?
PS - Foxy - 54 miles in 9 hours over that terrain?! Impressive! 
That looks so good. We have ice cream shops called the Dairy Queen which sells this type of ice cream only. I agree that they are lovely on a hot humid day.
I had a similar experience while riding my motorcycle. A huge thunderstorm while riding my motorbike and I was soaked head to toe. I stopped at a gas station that had a little restaurant attached and the doors were locked as soon as they saw me coming up. 