church

In addition to letting me stay in their
lovely Scottish household in England, the
kind family taught me how to make scones.

After morning church in Bury St. Edmunds and a delicious roast for lunch, I rode with three beautiful English girls and Beyoncé's newest album into town for tea. We climbed to the upstairs of the tearoom where everything creaked and none of the surfaces joined at right angles. The kind of decrepit place that's so precious you hope no one ever fixes it. While the young ladies helped me organize my next day in London, I drank tea and ate the most fabulous scone spread with butter, jam, and cream. Yes, all three.