Well, travelling in west wales as a pilgrim it may seem strange to be contemplating a good shot of coffee. It might not be what one associates with a journey centered on the divine, and yet this is what I crave. In a region unspoilt by the usual commercial outlets, including coffee chains, that litter every city high street across the UK, there appears to be a distinct lack of both knowledge and taste for good coffee.
Strange what the body misses when removed from the comforts of its 'local patch'. I well remember missing Mars bars on my very first excursion beyond British shores to northern Nigeria. And I hardly ever ate Mars bars. Although there was a period when funds were tight and I was working with Youth for Christ when my lunch was a Mars bar every day for over a year - not the one you understand but a fresh one each lunchtime.
I have had two meals here, where the coffee I ordered to conclude proceedings was undrinkable. This is a first in my experience, and in no way reflects upon the welcome and hospitality of the locals. It is just poor coffee selection and poor coffee execution.
Thank the good Lord for Tyddewi and the Square Coffee Shop which serves exquisite coffee and in fact the most wonderful ginger cake I have ever tasted. It is perhaps a reminder to appreciate what one has rather than looking elsewhere for fulfillment. Also that there is untold pleasure in unanticipated discoveries. Now where did I put my Rooibush vanilla teabag?
