I’ve been on this little rainy island for thirteen years now, but it’s only when I find things like this series of drawings - where each one gives a little pang of familiarity - that it strikes me that I live here. Which is no bad thing, it’s just an observation, and one I’ve made of each place I’ve lived - you focus on the living and not the place.
Hwa Young Jung’s flickr set is worth a visit for these pics alone, but there’s much, much more.
Being a little shameless here, but you can’t help loving being loved, just a tiny bit!
The English Tea Room | Betty’s, Harrogate, Yorkshire
I could not live without black coffee, but on this trip I have returned to my Great British tea drinking roots.
My home county of Yorkshire, has impressive tea credentials; including Taylors of Harrogate producers of my favorite - Yorkshire Tea, an item that nears the top of my “must get in the suitcase” list.
Since 1919 we have also had a great heritage in Betty’s Tea Rooms. There is something so delicately English and old world about a silver tea pot, sandwiches with crusts cut off and a vanilla slice. The girls practiced manners from Felicity’s tea lessons (American Girl) as we sat soaking in the sunshine and beautiful gardens; bliss.
