Afternoon Tea

To provide an enduring taste of England for my daughter ahead of her imminent return to Mongolia, we treated her to afternoon tea at Wynyard Hall; I would place the setting somewhere between imposing grandeur and faded elegance, and the food somewhere between dainty and trencherman, with us each getting four (albeit crust-less) sandwiches, two scones (one fruit and one cheese), four fancy cakes, and as much tea as we could sup in the two hours we took to clear most of the tiered plates – and what we could not manage came home in a box for supper.