Devon Cream Tea

Saturday 14 June 2008. We are in Torquay, land of little petrol, due to a strike by tanker drivers, and today at least, land of precious little sunshine...

We sat for a while by the gardens, but the splendour was slightly spoiled by the parents who were proudly watching their two boys riding their bikes all over the grass and flower beds...

We moved before my annyance levels were raised far enough to snatch the kids off the bikes and wrap the frames round the parents' necks. Instead we wandered up the shopping streets and then returned to the seafront and sat looking out over the harbour.

Lunchtime arrived and I'm really, really sorry but it just had to be done... [scoff!] Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! I knew there was another reason for going to Devon! The rebellious streak in me came out and I spread the jam first making it a Cornish cream tea not a Devon one where they do it the opposite way round, little realising that jam is much more sturdy than clotted cream.

I should point out that these photos were posed and that we knew the foodstuffs were fattening and so merely posed for the camera and then disposed of the scones and clotted cream and jam tidily. Well... I did... Fran spilt a bit down her front...

The cream tea put us on very nicely and after another short walk along the harbour we walked back to the hotel and the car and headed for Babbacombe where we were going to a show at the theatre that night.

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