Dear Editor

In reply to David Foot’s article ‘It all started in a Coffee House’ in the last edition, I did not start drinking coffee until I was about 10 years old, apart from Camp Coffee out of a bottle, as my dad, who came from up North, drank strong tea. He even brewed up in the desert during World War 2 for the RAF lads. We liked our coffee half milk and half water, boiled in a milk pan, and added to a teaspoon of instant  coffee in each cup. Continue reading Letters to The Whistler →