In Dingwall, there’s a bakery that offers a diy café service. You can buy a macaroni pie and retreat to the seating area in the back to eat it in an antisocial manner.
Drinking your latte from a designated latte glass, you can sit back and listen to the regulars swing through old the doors. Catching up on the chat with the staff who know them by name. They’ve come in pretending they’re just there to buy some rolls, but it’s all about the banter, really.
It’s freshly baked community care straight from the oven in here. This pastry dispensary with its dream ring pills, iced to swallow. Baked by the night shift.
There’s a sweet breeze of simple humanity in this place. In simple transactions that meet over a glass counter. The till registers a currency exchange. But human words are the real currency in this food bank. Sugar coated words.
