After tasting the tolerant wines of Kent

My wife and I retired to a small café

In the backstreets of Maidstone

In an effort to straighten up

I accepted the offer of an iced coffee

From the benevolent owner

It was the best coffee that I had ever tasted

And holds that record to this very day

The café is long gone

But the magic taste still remains on my palate

Written on Wateringbury Railway Station whilst waiting for a train to Maidstone (June 2017)