Saved By Tea

How discouraged we were by the rain and the fog this morning, wondering if we should move on, yet afraid to be without a camping reservation on a Saturday night. Go or stay? Stay or go? We did some grocery shopping, discovered a tiny farmers' market, and followed the signs to a local quilt fair. When it was time for lunch, the chowder house had a line out the door,so we opted for the English Tea Room down the street. What a lovely surprise!

All you folks of the British persuasion probably already appreciate the value of a good cup of tea, and now I do too. The tea itself was imported from the mothership, and look--we each had our own pot, covered by a thick tea cozy, and a pitcher of milk, and a bowl of sugar cubes with silver tongs. I had the Royal Tea, several courses of sausage rolls and salads and tiny delicious sandwiches. Scones with clotted cream and lemon curd, and the pictured petit four for dessert. Oh my! It was such fun to sit there in big overstuffed chairs and watch as everything was served. If there was a dull moment, it could be filled by admiring all the teapots and delicate cups that lined the walls. We were so glad we had stayed here (Florence, Oregon).

I left wanting to buy a new teapot, and a cozy, and a silver strainer and some good English tea! And then the sun came out for a few hours!