16 January 2011

Rivington Village Tearooms

Mud-splattered, thighs aching, we pour tea into mismatched cups and saucers. We are ticket #93, waiting for home-made pasty, chips and gravy. He tinkles the piano just for us, our special request Moon River.

4 comments:

margoroby said...

Besides all your stones being so full of sensory imagery, they make me hungry :)

Megan said...

ooh, can I come too?

annie clarkson said...

Thanks margo, yes they do seem to be be focusing rather a lot on food!

And Megan, any time you want to go, let me know x

Rachel Fox said...

Mmmmmmmm gravy!
x