So I come to the end of an unscheduled blog break. This summer has been about attempting to keep my financial head above water and setting up my supplies business. It has also been about sorting out my personal life and what happens next after the horrors of last year. So far it is all a bit uncertain. There have been one or two lovely highlights though.
Being treated to high tea at the Kensington Palace Orangery was one of them.
Dressed as I was in my old leather biker jacket and army boots, my old friend and I were given the most prompt and courteous of service by exquisite young waiters.
Tea was served and we genteelly dived in.
Having not seen each other in person for several years, my old friend and I had much to talk about, in-between debating which sandwich or cake to have.
The orange-scented and currant scones served with Cornish clotted cream and strawberry jam were naturally, divine.
And served on crested china.
It was all so very delightful and so very, very civilised. As my kind and generous friend observed, tea and cake put many things right. Though that theory has been sorely tested this summer.
