Last year on Good Friday, Trudi, Alice and I (collectively the LMNH's girlfriends), trooped down to Herne Hill Velodrome to hand out flyers for the cafe. It was chucking it down. We got very wet, handed out a few beautifully designed postcards and didn't watch any racing.
We spent most of the Easter weekend in the cafe painting. I think I also tidied the bamboo in the courtyard and picked up some of the endless litter that had blown off Old Street and into the yard. It is incredible how far the cafe has come in a year.