I had forgotten the sheer joy of a good cup of tea – especially on a swelteringly-hot summer afternoon in London.
I was taking a short cut through Hyde Park when, having skipped lunch, I felt the craving for a really good cuppa. And I got it without having to go far at all.
I simply crossed the Bayswater Road and wandered into the Lancaster Hotel, where the first floor houses the restaurants, and lucky me – afternoon tea was in full swing.
And this was the real thing, and brilliantly served up by a team that included our Egyptian waiter, the charming Monir al Ashari, and assistant Maria from Madrid, and though not British they knew all there was to know about afternoon tea.