A few weekends ago my Mother and I headed to a tea house for lunch in a nearby town. It was a little cramped in the tiny, "white house", but the tiers of treats, scones, and tiny sandwiches happily reminded me of my last few trips to Scotland. Although nothing compares to tea and scones with Granny, it's still fun to enjoy the afternoon ritual every once and a while. I have this secret wish to one day open up my own tea house, complete with sparkling chandeliers and the prettiest floral teacups... how fun would that be?
Photos: My own, from film. A little yellow from the indoor lighting though.