Motorcycle Rides, Coffee Stops & the Sober-Curious Life
Motorcycle Rides, Coffee Stops & the Sober-Curious Life
In the first part of this story, I met five exhibitors and heard how they found their way into coffee. But Nottingham Coffee Festival is far too big to take in all at once. So, with another coffee in hand,…
I set off early on the bike and headed up the motorway for the 100-mile journey to Nottingham Coffee Festival on Saturday 17 October. About halfway there, I pulled over to break out the thermos, filled with a Climpson &…
You wouldn’t accidentally stumble into Asylum Coffee unless you were looking for it. It is in an industrial estate in Swindon, far from the high street cafés and passing foot traffic. Look past the unusual surroundings, and you will be…
When I first started visiting Hertford, I remember being amazed that I could sit in one coffee shop and see at least four others from the same seat. It’s a town that clearly loves its coffee. After a few visits,…
I was riding back from an appointment with Laith at Saint Nine in Southwark when I saw a sign outside Old Spike, another coffee shop, which said, “You can help create employment opportunities and reduce homelessness, just by choosing where…
Watford’s got a thriving artisan coffee scene and what I like about the selection below, beyond the quality of the coffee and atmosphere, is how different they are from one another. These coffee shops are spread across the town in…
It was my second visit to The Mixing Shed Café, tucked away near Saffron Walden. As always, the roads leading here did not disappoint. There’s long stretches of straight roads with countryside views for miles and a good mix of…
Riding into the Maulden Cafe of Wooden Hill Coffee, the smaller of the company’s two sites, feels a little like being transported back to rural Pennsylvania. That’s where I grew up. The former bait shed, which has replaced their old…
Tucked into weathered brickwork on a tiny side street in Northampton town, you could be forgiven for missing it entirely. A bold yellow-and-black entrance is marked only by a modest Yellow Bourbon Coffee Roasters sign above the door. Downstairs is…
I joined the queue at 9:30am, where every visitor was handed two essentials for the day ahead: a banana and a wristband. With both secured, I headed inside for my first Bristol Coffee Festival. My strategy was simple: speak with…
