Coffee

The hubbub of a coffee shop is my Saturday morning treat. The gentle murmurs of in-depth discussions combine with the rustle of turned newspapers, the happy laughter of young children, the percussion of coffee cups and spoons, intermittent calls of “latte and two flat whites”, and the low frequency whistling of the barista spinning up milk with steam from the busy coffee machine.

Selecting a sunny spot I sip my preferred beverage – a long black – and look out over the scene. Older folk are dressed for winter and there’s plenty of younger folk in gym gear enjoying their pre/post exercise cup of java. Children jostle for attention from their parents who themselves are enjoying conversation. The staff regularly attend to the stream of takeaway orders as well as those of us who’ve selected a chair.

The business is a nice happy contrast to the solitude of the shed.

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