The day was lovely and I fancied cream tea, so took a trip to Finchingfield (apparently the most beautiful village in the country; yes, it is lovely, but I *think* I would dispute that claim). This is one the nicest scones I’ve ever had, though; so much fruit it makes it a bit crumbly, but the crumbs are heavenly too. From the Picture Pot tea room on the green. It’s small inside and there aren’t a lot of seats, but weather being nice the best thing is to take your tea outside, the row of colourful houses and duck pond on the background, and endlessly blue english skies above you.
Nothing beats England in the spring. Nothing.