The Corner Roastery
A counter no wider than a doorway, beans roasted out the back, and a window seat that catches the morning sun. Order the flat white and take it slowly.
A guide for visitors, written by a local
Where to go, what to order, and which bench to sit on.
I grew up here, moved away for a while, and came back with a notebook. These are the places I send friends to — the bakery with the cardamom buns, the path under the willows, the shop where nobody minds if you stay an hour. Swap in your own town and hand it to someone new.
Small rooms, good smells, and seats you stay in longer than you meant to.
A counter no wider than a doorway, beans roasted out the back, and a window seat that catches the morning sun. Order the flat white and take it slowly.
Come before nine or the good tray is gone. The cardamom buns are the reason people queue; the sourdough is the reason they come back the next day.
Two flat walks and a quiet bench, all reachable on foot.
A flat loop with two benches and plenty of shade, even at noon. Walk it one way for the birdsong, the other way for the view of the old bridge.
Nobody quite remembers who planted it. In spring the whole slope is white with blossom; in autumn you can pick a bag for a coin in the tin by the gate.
Saturday mornings, secondhand paperbacks, and the smell of a market in the rain.
Tomatoes, hard cheese, and flowers sold by the armful. Come early for the bread and stay for a second coffee, when the market is loud and cheerful.
A secondhand bookshop with a ladder that actually gets used. The travel shelf is by the door and the cat has claimed the only armchair.
The two climbs worth doing, and the hour when the light is best.
Ninety-two steps, or the long ramp if the day is warm. Go an hour before sunset and watch the rooftops turn the colour of the bricks they are made from.
Follow the water out past the boatyard and back along the sea wall. At low tide the whole harbour smells of salt and rope, which is the point.
You will find me at the Saturday market most weeks, usually by the bread stall. The rest of the week this page is the best way to reach me. If a shop has moved or a bench has gone, tell me — a guide is only as good as its last correction.