I’ve made a decision about a new way of looking for a
Creative Café. On the Find a Café page I had tried to list all of the cafés
I’d ever come across by town, county, country and post code. The list was
becoming unwieldy and didn’t look all that attractive.
Now I’m going simply describe how to search the site for a café.
Each café info page and any review of it is tagged with the post code, town,
county, country and the activities it offers.
I shall keep a list of Create Café Project activities on the
Find a Café page. These will link to posts about cafés that offer these
The Art of Tea in Didsbury village is my sort of place. I
spent a pleasant afternoon there recently as I took a day’s leave. What does a
writer do on a day’s leave? Sit and write of course. Busman’s holiday or what?
The holiday bit, I guess is the sitting in a café and
enjoying some expertly brewed camomile tea and a rum slice and people-watching
at the same time as writing. Certainly, being out and about and amongst other
people helps to combat the feeling of isolation. Is that why we writers enjoy
working in cafés so much?
Would you like to review for the Creative Café Project? Is
there a creative café near you that should be on the list? If so send us the
details and we’ll include it. Would you like to write a short article about it?
It should be about 350 words and can be as personal or as objective as you like
– as long as it tells us something more about the café than what’s on the
How do you
recognise a creative café? Have a look at a few on the site and you’ll probably
get a sense of it. There are two main criteria:
must be first and foremost a great café
must have some sort of creative activity going on such as:
literature available for customers to read – newspapers, magazines, books
A few years ago when my daughter was about
to leave school, I moved into town. I had a plan. Molly was going to go to
college and I was going to travel more and write as I went. I was in my late
30s, divorced and had just moved into a small two-bedroom flat in the city
centre – the kind of flat upon which you can safely slam the door and head off
into the sunset. New York, Paris, Istanbul. It was all ahead of me - a well
Within a couple of months however I
inadvertently met my second husband, my daughter, who had rented a place in
Glasgow, where she went to study came home again and that footloose, fancy free
novelist who was going to go wherever her heart dictated was back in the box.
The box was too small – we later built an extension.