Afternoon tea. It once was the preserve (apologies for the pun) of high society ladies and has of the last few years been reinstated as a luxurious way to spend quality time with people that you adore. So, no surprise then that when I was recently invited to try the new Spring tea at an old favourite, the Conrad London St. James (then known as the Intercontinental Westminster)… Disclaimer: I was honoured to be a guest… View Post
This may surprise you, but allegedly London is one of the greenest cities in the world. The reason? The Royal Parks which are under The Queen’s protection, and the small but mighty patches of green that fit slip between the brick edifices like The Quince Tree Cafe at Clifton Nurseries. At first glance, this is just another garden centre, curved around the corner from Warwick Avenue underground station, snugged between two terraced houses.
Four years ago (how on earth has that time disappeared so quickly?) we excitedly booked our first – of many – visits to Lady Dinah’s Cat Cafe. It was a wintery Saturday evening – because that was the only time they had free in about 3 months of searching – and I gathered together a couple of my nearest & dearest, and we enjoyed a pawfect evening petting the kitties. Warning: If you don’t like cats,… View Post
It was a dark and stormy day. Two bloggers braved the sheeting rain and dodged puddles as they made their way to the wilds of Paddington for an afternoon tea, relaxing after busy weeks. They (eventually) slipped into the hotel entrance (cleverly disguised by being called Roseate House) for an afternoon of cosiness. I was meeting with the one and only Country Mouse Claire, as a late, late birthday catch up (for her – not… View Post
** Warning: this blog post contains an afternoon tea metaphor so tightly stretched that it might explode. It even flavours this warning.** When I first moved to the UK, I wanted to avoid the antipodean cliches. I didn’t want to live in a share house with half a dozen Kiwis and Aussies, I didn’t want to drink away my weekends and approach Mondays with an empty wallet and a dozen regrets, I didn’t want my… View Post