Mark owns a fabulous little café in Diamond Creek called Piccolo Meccanico. As my four-year-old daughter Scarlett would say, Mark is way into coffee. In a kind of obsessional, borderline unhealthy way. And while he’s way out in the sticks, he would be right at home in a trendy inner city coffee haven.

I’ve got a three-part test for a good café – polished concrete floor, big expensive Italian coffee machine, and aloof, disdainful barista (ideally with tats). Mark is perhaps a little too friendly, but apart from that, he’s got it all in spades.

Here’s what it looked like the other morning: