By Jess Bradley
Every Wednesday is different: different weather, different cakes and different stories. Last week was grey and cold, the kind of miserable February day that makes people long for Spring. The café ‘popped-up’ just before 10 and the morning began, with new stories ready to unfold.
There was the story of a fluffy toy rabbit and a new owner who clutched it in her hands and didn’t let go. There was the story of the big box of chocolates that a regular brought along for Valentine’s Day. There was the story of the people who returned, bringing along their friends, who then, in turn, said they would return next week with more friends. There was the story of the knitting group starting in half term. Just a snapshot of many, many stories.
It started quietly but soon a steady stream of people were ordering coffees, teas and cake (brownies and home-made marmalade cake) and soon enough it was midday and time to ‘pop-down’ again.