These first photographs, with the brown and cream cups, were taken last weekend. We went to a country house, somewhere in Cheshire, which I’m afraid I can’t remember the name of. The house is surrounded by the most beautiful, sumptuous gardens, with flowers and lovely green lawns, and it only opens its gates to the public for one day every year. For the rest of the time, the house is shut away, behind high gates, as a family home and television offices, but one day each year sees it opened to visitors. Inside the house there were tables, set perfectly, and lovely garden furniture outside on the lawn, and some local ladies were serving tea and home-made cakes and scones, and sausage rolls (both meat and vegetarian). It was wonderfully unusual and blissfully English.
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Scones aplenty this time 😉
To pay any kind of homage to the proud English cup of tea is unique for sure and maybe something we take for granted in this country.
After being a tea drinker for a long long time, coffee is playing an ever increasing importance in my drinking habits, but tea first thing in the morning is a tradition that will never be broken.