Weekday lunch
The shared pot
One pot, enough bowls, and no speech before you eat. If you can stay to wash up, good. If you cannot, take the bowl and go. We would rather feed someone who is late than protect a ritual.
The rooms
Four uses. A door that opens.
Betty is not a campus and not a drop-in with a clipboard. It is a set of rooms in London, used for the things below. If you are unsure which one you want, come at lunch.
Afternoons
The reading table
Our shelf is small on purpose. The public library is the real one, and the photograph here is that kind of room, not a claim that we own it. We keep newspapers, a few books, and the habit of walking someone there if they ask.
Saturday morning
The pots
Seedlings for windowsills. Tools you can borrow and bring back. A bench if you only wanted to sit near something growing. We do not require an allotment, a garden, or a plan.
By the hour
A room for your group
Plain, lit, and bookable. Residents’ associations, rehearsals, a small meeting that should not have to happen in a café. Write with the date and how many people. We price it so a collection can cover it, and we say if the room is wrong for what you need.
Where
London, not a postcode on a billboard.
We do not publish a street number on the open web. Write or come via someone who already knows the door. That is caution, not mystery. The city in the picture is the one we work in.