He calls himself the Coffee Man

He has another name of course but I can never remember it. I guess that with his grey plait and his ear ring you could call him an old hippie who has found his niche, although he looks a bit piratical too.

His is another smiling face at our weekly market. (We`are lucky, we have three: the traditonal Thursday market, the Farmers' market on Saturday and at certain times of the year, a market of home-made items run by the Women's Institute.)

The Coffee Man sells coffee to drink on the spot and coffee beans to take home. He only has a small range but is always happy to discuss the pros and cons of each before you choose. He's always cheerful and that makes the transaction a pleasure.

Today we discovered we both have the same preference: tea first thing and coffee in the late morning, tea again in the afternoon and coffee after supper.


I blipped the coffee drinkers here.