tea in Dorset

A "thrill of a lifetime" for me was being served a true Dorset tea by an English woman in her 250 year old house in the little town of Wareham, surrounded by Saxon walls (though half the size of what they had originally been). This is living in real history. The old house is in incredible shape, with inside shutters and an amazing English garden in the back. This is one of those houses whose door opens right up on the winding village street, each house attached to the next. 


We entered through the tiny "car park" at the back gate. The "coffee" table was laid with the tea things. Napkins, small sterling silvery butter knives, small blue and white plates, cups and saucers, and  the cream and sugar. After we had given our greetings, we sat down and out came the tea pot, a plate of buttered scones, a plate of buttered raisin toast, and a Dorset apple loaf cake. And, of course, raspberry jam and divine clotted cream that was the "cream of the crop. The very finest top of the cream. It looked like yellow butter. The proper way, though much debated our hosts told us, is to put the jam on first and then a touch of the cream. Milk in the teacup first of course. Mmmmm. Around and around the goodies were passed."You must have some more." It seemed the thing to do was to take more than one, and to have seconds at that. (This type of nonsense most only be allowed because the Brits walk so much!) I was so touched. I just sat and thoroughly enjoyed the moment, taking it all in, not believing I actually was where I was.

Interesting conversation with the tea preceded a tour of the house. Then we walked down the road to the 11th century parish church ... where there was a flower festival wrapping up. We saw a cast iron baptismal font that was carefully hidden when Lord Cromwell turned anything made of iron into canon balls. The church had been burned once, rebuilt, and at one time fell down. But the very front chapel in one corner is original. It is now a prayer room. As I stared at the small chairs gathered for their current mid week prayer service, I could not help but sense history in a tangible way. Here believers had gathered throughout history and prayed for things like the Black Plague, the French Revolution, the War of 1812--you get the picture. 


Lower left photo from the web, of the original room mentioned above. Reposted from three years ago this month.  See Chari's Happy to Design for more Sunday reposts.