The few summers that I spent at Southey Farm, Devon, every afternoon 4 pm, rained or shone everyone stopped doing whatever he/she was doing, as though the world came to a halt, for a cuppa. I had Fortnum & Mason in London shipped goodies stuffs to the farm, and I baked cakes and biscuits.
Sitting at the verandah, sipping a cup of cream sweet tea and a slice of cake, the garden was full bloom, gazing the sheep at the meadows, the tree dancing in the afternoon breezes, a few light conversations ... life seem to be so peaceful and beautiful.
Sitting at the verandah, sipping a cup of cream sweet tea and a slice of cake, the garden was full bloom, gazing the sheep at the meadows, the tree dancing in the afternoon breezes, a few light conversations ... life seem to be so peaceful and beautiful.
Tea ... is a religion of the art of life. ~ Okakura ~
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
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