During the holidays, we hurtled around parts of England, Wales, and Ireland. December in the British Isles is just a wee bit grey, windy, and wet. But it was a lovely trip–not the least because at every turn, there was a cup of tea: early morning, mid morning, afternoon, and evening. The perfect antidote to a wintery climate, the perfect reward for a long day out and about, and the perfect way to transition from activity to rest. In my admittedly biased view, nothing beats the rich, deep, reddish brown of a fine cup of black tea (“black” tea being a slight misnomer). And there is no better way to have a strong cup of tea than milky and sweet.
Ok, there is a better way– having it milky and sweet, and accompanied by scones, clotted cream, and strawberry jam. The ecstasies engendered among our family members at the sight of a proper cream tea cannot be adequately described. Suffice to say, we partook, and then partook some more (and then a bit more).
All photos taken at the delectable Lucy’s Tearoom in Stow-on-the-Wold, Cotswolds, England.
Perennial Pastimes 
I’ve always thought there are few things a good cup of tea couldn’t make better. Great post!
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Absolutely! And, thank you. (Now I’m off to put the kettle on….)
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I completely agree, remembering to have the teapot ready next to the kettle for immediate pouring. Here’s another British Isle treat: the pub at the end of a day hike in the Lake District. Perfect.
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Ah, pubs. Yum!
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Woops. I thought I commented. Those photos want to make me take a drink o that tea and have a bite of that scone. Very tasty!
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Well, we were never able to resist either the tea or the scones!
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