Dónal Donohoe

© Irene Lundgaard

It’s Sunday afternoon, the sky is overcast and there has already been a shower of rain so notions of pruning the apple trees or going for a walk in the woods have been cancelled. As a matter of fact everything else that involves anything other than chilling out has also been cancelled for the day too, because it’s coffee time. There is nothing like the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans hitting the nostrils in advance of the taste which almost always seems to give the perfect lift at this time of day. Around here coffee time usually happens sometime between 4pm and 6pm, although this can change when out travelling or during extended periods away from home. There are probably some places where there is no such thing as coffee time, but I try to avoid such places and don’t think that I could live anywhere like that, at least not by choice. Could you?