We toddled on a bit farther and then we found our tearoom. This was a classic Olde Worlde, hickledy-pickledy kind of place. Just what you would expect to find in a village that was thriving when Shakespeare was still an undiscovered playwright.Across from the teashop was a private house gloriously overrun by a dazzling array of purple and white wisteria. On closer inspection, I saw that ancient branches of the tree had sprung from the pavement to enclose the lower part of the house in its gnarly grasp. But from just a short distance away, the effect was magical, the house appeared to float on a huge bed of fluffy petals. The perfect backdrop for our “elevenses,” the mid-morning break when tea or coffee is slurped down with cakey things and hot buttered toast .
8 comments:
How gloriously beautiful!
I went to Ireland a year ago, I really wanted to cross over to England but was unable.
I would love to go back and see England next time!
Thanks for sharing!
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That sounds amazing!! I've always loved wisteria. Gosh, it must have been lovely. Beautiful writing. *SK*
Oh god how beautiful. There are sooo many things we miss about England; sooo many things we don't. Alas. Thanks for stopping by for a cuppa.
Congratulations. you have a wonderful blog. There are very few personal blogs. And very few which are as beautiful as you. Everybody is busy making money and everyone has forgot that blog is a medium to express their feeling rather than a money making machine. I loved reading your blog.
Thank you so much--all of you. It means a lot.
Cheers.
Dazzling is right! I'm crazy about wisteria. I started one last spring and hope that it survived the winter.
Thanks for the heads up! I had lost you in my blog shuffle.
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