What's this, what's this? Two trips in an eight day period? Haven't done that since July 2021 with Little Beans and The Hold, both in the 'Swich. Yet here we are, Andy direct from his U3A ping-pong at Bromeswell and me on the Adastral runway. Lift-off.

Down to the A12/A14 Seven Hill Interchange where there are still fresh signs of an Audi having tried to go straight across the central mound, and Andy wisely follows the curving road. No Levington turn-off today but on a wee bit further to the well-signed CafeFlex (close to the Toad Hall campsite) which "offers Morning Energy Boosts, Breakfast Bowls, Shakes and Smoothies" (their capitals). We'd been here for a cuppa coffee back in November 2021 after an all-day bap at the Brightwell bus cafe (current status uncertain) and decided to come back to savour the savoury.

Into the conservatory, fairly busy, and through to the inner sanctum, really busy. The caff is bolted on to StudioFlex, home of "luxury boutique fitness", though I suspect that most punters (ourselves included) aren't here for the burpees. Laminated sheets proclaim the detox joys of fruity goodness such as the tropical trio, berry burst, mango mix and strawberry split -- congrats on the alliteration -- and prices, while not quite Honey & Harvey, stretch to nearly fourteen quid for the chilli or chicken caesar bowl. Humbler sarnies for us, we conclude, opting for halloumi (him) and roast chicken & egg (me) from the long list of fillings. There'll be a bit of a wait, we're advised, and that's true. Kitchen's going full pelt, us sat salivating by the newly plated orders. Still, nice woman is suitably apologetic when our number finally comes up. New system, she says, and we're learning it today. Good quality raw (untoasted) sandwiches with a suspicion of crips and a smidge of leaves incorporating pomegranate seeds. Class.

My furious work ethic means I can't justify staying another half-hour for dessert so that'll be a takeaway, please, of carrot cake (also vg) and white brownie, unlikely to be endorsed by the fitness nerds next door, with a good flat white. Very much that cake made of carrots back at my desk.

• website -- Cafe Flex, Three Rivers Business Centre, Felixstowe Road

If it was a car -- Ford Flex
If they were passing by -- Robert Fleck.

And we're back in the trad jazz Friday lunchtime slot. I'm cycling out of Adastral just as Andy motors into the car park and the timing makes Immaculate Fools of us. Truly, we are enchanted, coasting on the stacking area past the site of T's Bar (visited 2019) and the older still Doubledeck Diner (visited 2012 -- check this), both long gone.

Before you know it we're briefly stuck in a queue waiting for a Maersk mystery train to cross our path, then it's a left into Levington Marina. Big board for Suffolk Yacht Harbour has the names and logos of a baker's dozen of businesses who berth there, the bottom one of which is for the Harbourside Kitchen. Plenty o' parking down here on the right before entering the boaty bit.

To our left is a smart wooden structure. That wasn't here when I was last in these parts, says Andy. Entrance is to the rear through a glass door. I pushed, I pulled, dear reader, then Andy suggested it might be a slider. Oops. Finally in, we surveyed eleven small blackboards hung behind the counter and offering "huffers" (large floured baps), sausage rolls, pasties, warm bagels, jacket potatoes, etc. My companion nearly always has the all-day breakfast bap but, when I pointed this out, switched to the on-brand avocado & bacon on sourdough. One fish finger huffer for me, ta muchly, and a rose lemonade.

We had the best seats in the house, I thought, sitting by the dock in the bay window, though Andy had the solar rays in his eyes. Naturally there was a friend of his there enjoying coffee and cake, cue a brief chat, then our platters appeared. Yum in the sun. Over there, pointed Andy, was where we (Mr and Mrs C.) set out in the canoe to Freston Tower back on your 40th. Yikes.

One of the joys of so few people having returned to the office is there being nobody around to notice how long you take for lunch. Thus I decreed there was time for flapjack (me), date slice (him), with a pretty good flat white. On the leg back, Andy pointed out previous bike destination Orwell Stores, seemingly dodo-esque, and managed to make it back in stacks o' time for my 3pm call, honest.

• website -- Harbourside Kitchen

If it was a car -- Amphicar
If they were passing by -- Stephen Yardley.