Saturday’s routine is a wander into the village to get The Times and maybe a coffee. Today I’m on my own and I’m collared by a Lib Dem man – it’s the same one who collared me a few weeks back. I would usually take a wide berth but I don’t get to speak to many humans so I thought why not. He wanted me to sign a petition (as he had the previous time) but I never sign petitions (pointless). We want more bobbies on the street, he said. I disagreed – there’s not a lot of crime in this part of the world. An amiable guy and we agreed to disagree. Then on for a tea in Piggies and a read of the main part of the paper. Piggies once renamed itself to Caffe-Neo but due to negative customer feedback reverted a couple of years later. Weirdly, Piggies (aka Caffe-Neo) is directly opposite a Caffè Nero! Maybe it reverted to it’s original name for another reason….
Incidentally, I didn’t realise that café is French, whilst caffè is Italian and I hadn’t noticed one has a forward accent, the other a backward one. I’m so ignorant.
On the subject of café/caffè, this article looks worth following up: (11 Of The Most Charming Book Shop Cafes In London)
Yesterday we drove to Hatchlands Park, a National Trust place. The café doesn’t look as if it could cope with the summer crowds, but this time the wait was just about acceptable. After a stroll around the woodlands we needed food and headed home. I can’t believe I forgot all about the second-hand bookshop which from the outside looked sizeable – damn! Neither did we visit the house – unforgiveable.
Hatchlands is not a great place for taking pictures, but here’s a handful of not very interesting ones.
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