Before leaving for the UK for Easter I booked Afternoon Tea for my parents and me at an English country hotel. I was curious to revisit this hall, which had been a ruin on a favourite spring walk in my childhood. Some years ago it was renovated and transformed into a luxury hotel and spa centre.
When we were shown into the Hall I gasped…
This was the view from my sofa, while my parents had two large armchairs next to me by the fireplace.
For fear of disturbing other guests I didn’t take many photos. But the memory will stay. It was amazing!
Kings and Queens looked on as we were served with our afternoon tea.
And that was amazing too…
… tiny sandwiches, scones with jam and clotted cream, miniature cakes, and delicate pastries…
… and the surrounding countryside is so English too. The word pastoral comes to mind.
(Note the croquet lawn in the foreground!)
I felt like a foreign tourist!
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