Time for Tea

Nothing is considered as quintessentially English as tea. Every little English village or town I have visited has never failed me in my quest to find a quaint and cosy tea house to ponder away the afternoon.

So, what is it about drinking tea that is so endearing, so comforting and so refreshing? And why is it that drinking tea from an old, vintage, china tea cup, that your Gran would own, is so much tastier and appealing than the striped ikea mug you bought for £1?


On Saturday afternoons, my girls and I often go in search of a sweet little tea house to have some good old fashioned tea & scones, not to mention a well needed catch up. What more can a girl want than a good cup of tea and good conversation to discuss the loves, lessons and lullabies of our crazy London lives.  


Just the other day, we were so very excited to be heading to a new, super cute tea house. The mere mention of the name The Chelsea Teapot made a dull, grey Saturday afternoon shine incandescent. Despite the lack of scones (which I am sure was an oversight) the tea and conversation was perfect. Jane quickly claimed the pretty pink rose patterned tea cup - a cup that immediately awakened memories and smiles from good times shared before.


If nothing else, taking time for tea brings much therapy to the soul. With each story brings comfort, encouragement, laughter and sometimes tears. Each of us knowing that we are loved and that we can entrust our often treasured stories of wonder and woe to one another. 


So girls*, go and find some sweet friends and a quaint little tea house and let the memories and traditions begin x


*Boys, i'm sure a pub and a couple of beers are equally as medicinal.