If anytime I come back from abroad (Ireland excepted), I really look forward to my cup of tea, or ‘cuppa’ as we call it so fondly over here. The art of tea-making is quite special, and even here I have had some pretty awful cups, and a trip to the North Yorkshire Moors Railway always comes to mind when thinking of this topic.

But it seems that this art is totally lost when ordering tea abroad, at least in a café. It was quite reassuring when I met an American in Seattle who totally agreed with me, as she had been based with the US Forces over here in a previous life and had tasted the real McCoy.

Tea, so very much part of life here.

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On 26 September last year; ‘Millers View’