I hope we are all enjoying the heat. As usual on days like these, I like to get out of the house and have a razz about in the Defiant on days like these and so today I headed off towards the park. I think I have described Congleton park here before: it is still very pretty with its Victorian flower beds and paths.

However, today I noticed a difference: the pavilion has been renovated. Now, I have been acquainted with that pavilion since before I can remember – mum uses to take me to playgroup there when I was three or four. I remember being taken there to ‘paint’ (I use that term loosely) and play with toys. The building itself is Victorian, and I remember it’s dusty wooden floor and the faint smell of damp.

The place was subject to a arson attack two or three years ago, and for a while it’s future was doubtful. Today, however, the distinct smell of coffee wafts from it’s windows; the wooden floor is polished; there are a dozen or so dark black tables surrounded by chairs apalstered in leather. Opposite the double doors which overlook the park, there is a bar.

I found the ramp round the side and rolled in. it was cool and shady – I took to it instantly. Unfolding my lightwriter, I ordered an extra sweet espresso: the guy serving seemed to know instantly what was required off him, getting my purse from by bum bag, as instructed, and showing me exactly what he was doing. He even helped me drink.

Granted, the place is on the expensive side – £1.40 for my espresso – but, all in all, I think I have found a new watering hole.