For the past nine years Amanda and I have evolved a daily ritual of Cappachinos at 9am, irrespective of where we are. So entrenched has the tradition become that nothing, weather or location have deterred our special time of a cuppa Java. This morning, despite cold conditions and a howling gale, we again setup our camp stove, measured out our boutique coffee blend and set up the trusty Bialetti Mukka Express, this time with the decadent indulgence of fresh raw milk (laced with cream) which amplifies the taste. All accompanied with a slice of rich and embodied fruit cake. So, how did you share your morning with someone special?