A toasted teacake, please; Earl Grey tea
Mrs P and I slipped smoothly into roaring twenties
mode at the weekend, courtesy of a parental-sponsored
weekend away at Bibury Court Hotel. I was born to
order afternoon tea in the drawing room of a
quietly mouldering country pile, and I did it
with aplomb. I also filled my memory card with
shots of the achingly-picturesque Cotswolds
landscape, though unfortunately the weather only
started to pick up once we were on our way home.
There are a few below, and there are more
on Flickr. I apologise in advance
for my floral, depth-of-field-ey macro
obsession.
