cream

Perhaps the rest says teas but I didn’t look.


Earlier this week I passed a tree with what I can best describe as pretty ornamental catkins. I already had my blip so admired it and walked on. Today I returned to find lots of catkins on the road and those that remained were past their best and too high for a photo.

I headed into the village to look for another photo. Mr H’s tearooms came to my rescue with the bunting.