Friday of last week, a long hot day in Nottingham.
A warm sunny day. A day for sitting under the shade of the trees.
Late morning, many trains were cancelled or delayed, due to a broken down train. Luckily not my train, though was running late by five minutes.
Leaving Nottingham Railway Station, a dodgem track, near misses with e-bikes and e-scooters, even though in pedestrianised streets.
Riotous display of wild flowers in Broad Marsh Gardens.
Interview with BBC Radio Nottinghamshire on the bloody nuisance of e-bikes and e-scooters.
First port of call Vibe. My mistake, I order matcha latte. I then order iced matcha latte. I am recommend to try The Wandering Goblin.
Too far to walk, over twenty minutes walk. I’ll hope on a bus. But first, look in The Speciality Coffee Shop. Who I wished to see, no longer there, gone touring in south east Asia.
I decide to visit District Coffee. Around the corner, only a long walk around the corner.
District Coffee, a lot of attention to the design, but let down down by 200 Degrees coffee. They are changing to Cartwheel Coffee. I miss Cartwheel Coffee. Beautiful ceramic mugs. I buy two espresso mugs.
They tell me, The Wandering Goblin is not far.
Somewhere en route I pass by a bakery. Tough Mary’s Bakehouse. I bought a spelt sour dough loaf and a bag of granola. Both were excellnt excellent.
The Wandering Goblin a quirky coffee shop. Chalked on the board several guest roasteries, most I’ve never heard of. And it’s the coffee that counts.
I was recommended try Primary, yet further up the road.
Primary an abandoned primary school, now an art exhibition space. It works, where washed walls, daylight spilling in through the windows. Sadly no time for the art, I was there for the coffee. Tiny, hidden in the bowels of the building. Excellent coffee, but let down by a surly barista lacking people skills. Maybe a bad day.
Now five, I miss two buses. No way I’m going to make my train. I decide to walk to the Old Market Square, then head into Hockley
I pass by a massage parlour. Why not? I stop and have a massage.
My last massage in Doncaster, my neck very stiff and painful. No longer be
I continue to Old Market Square and on into Hockley.
A pleasant warm evening. It is as though I’m in Cyprus.
I find a tebaje at Sexy Mamma Pasta. I order risotto with peppers.
… To be e continued …m
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