This afternoon I had my first coffee of the year at the cafe in Charlton Park. As I said a few days ago, it was reopening, albeit only at weekends and  with properly distanced, outside tables. It was good to see those guys  up and running again: of course, they remember me and what I usually like to drink. I love the sense of community at that little cafe, where  everyone knows everyone else; the only difference now is Lyn won’t be there to enjoy it too.