It was early (ish) and I was on my way to record some school children singing songs and playing games. I needed a coffee and drove around Great Chesterford to see if I could find somewhere. I stumbled across Days Bakery and Food Hall, and what a find it was. A quaint village store, busy with people, a squeaky door and the best coffee I’d had in months. So I sat in and browsed the local paper whilst I prepared myself for the chaos ahead.