Actually, I think it was technically afternoon tea which Terry and I had at Hopetoun House this week – not high tea, at all.
I just couldn’t resist the alliteration of the title, though, so I’m just going to go with “afternoon tea”, and hope you don’t know the difference/can’t be bothered Googling it either. I have a feeling I might be over-thinking this, but then again, overthinking things is a special talent of mine, and it’s not like I have many other talents to speak of, so I may as well get in some practice when I can, huh?
Alternatively, I could just show you the tea in question, couldn’t I? Yes, that sounds like a better plan, all things considered…
God, I love afternoon tea – especially when it comes with champagne. I wish ALL meals came with champagne, actually: wouldn’t that just make life feel so much better? I think so. Little treats like this do their bit, too, though, and even although we can’t do it every day, it’s nice to have a bit of a break from the norm, isn’t it?
After tea (and also after I’d looked back at the first batch of photos, realised I was showing way more stomach than I’d thought I was, and ducked into the loo to adjust my outfit slightly: you can always rely on me to bring a touch of class to proceedings, can’t you?), we headed out for a walk around the beautiful grounds of the Hopetoun Estate. We didn’t go into the house itself this time, because we’ve done the tour before, but the estate borders the River Forth, and has some stunning views from its countryside walks, so it’s worth a visit for that reason alone, really. It’s MOST worth it for the cakes and champagne, though: I mean, let’s not kid ourselves here…
Unique Vintage shirt*
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