Our summer holiday this year was a whirlwind tour around the UK visiting family, seeing friends and cramming in some British culture. It was lovely to see those we did meet up with, though a shame not to catch all those we missed. We saw castles, houses, gardens, and a circus as well as seeing a few places where we used to live. I think the circus was the children’s favourite. Rocket boy has even started to jump off basket swings pretending to be an acrobat.
One thing I found surprisingly difficult to do though was have a cream tea. I tried three times at different places and either they had run out of clotted cream (no, I don’t want it with butter – I’ll have cake instead) or had no more scones. Fortunately my father-in-law came to the rescue and worked out where we could go. So I did manage to get a proper cream tea during our visit.
Though sorry Mum I do eat my cream tea the Devonian way!
There is NOTHING better in all the world than a scone, studded with currents, smothered in clotted cream and strawberry jam. It is worth traveling the globe for. And when the scones are eaten, you can use that clotted cream to top your Irish coffee?
Absolutely agree, except that there’s no cream left over ??