I love a good coffee stop. Here in the Cotswolds, I’m blessed with some of the finest cafés known to humanity, but now that winter has cast its gloomy shadow over these picture-postcard limestone hills, many close early or shut up shop altogether until spring.
Ever resourceful, I’ve resorted to what promises to be the next best thing, a flaskful of Java, or, more accurately, an Elite Deboyo Race stainless-steel thermal bidon filled from my humble Nespresso machine.
